The swat hit the target smashing the mosquito flat!

— Well — said the penny-less artist to his paintings — at least you’re useful for something —

He had noticed a weird trend: mosquitoes would land on his paintings and nowhere else in the house. Easy kill. Sad use of his talent.

— What’s up dude? — his brother peaked from the window.

— Shut up! —

— Mosquitoes again? — his brother had told him of the weirdness.

— Same ‘ol! —