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When I was a young lad I loved to draw with coloured pencils. I would draw just about anything — still life displays of vases and fruit, fierce battle scenes of knights and dragons, sci-fi monsters and aliens, celebrity pictures from magazines, my own collection of coloured pencils, you name it.

My sister also took up coloring although she only liked to draw her guinea pig who was sleepy enough to stay still long enough to model for her pictures and easy-going enough to not mind being called Barry.

Not one to be bested I took to drawing portraits of the guinea pig too. It turned into something of a competition, just as a joke at first but pretty soon the two of us were turning out guinea pig sketches from dawn til dusk. First dozens and then hundreds of guinea pig portraits filled our house.

In order to settle our quarrels over who was the most prolific of the two of us, our mother suggested that we count them. It took us the better part of the weekend but when all was said and done it turned out that I DREW BARRY MORE!