







          Slappy's been up there ever since. Of course, you can't see him, 
     with the sun so bright--but he's there all the same. 
          Night and day, the sun pulls Slappy and his rig around the world. 
     And every time Slappy comes to a horizon, he reaches up with his 
     eight-inch brush. 
          Slip! slop! slap! The job is done. 
          And never a brush stroke in sight. 

                                     THE END






