They say every artist has a muse. Mine had a mustache an epic one. Not the "handlebar on a hipster" kind. I’m talking about a full-on, swirly, majestic face-caterpillar type of mustache that could sweep crumbs off a jungle floor.
It was a regular Tuesday. Or at least I thought it was… until I began sketching what I thought would be just another monkey portrait. But as my pencil touched paper, something strange started happening.
Stage One: The Whispering Sketch
The first drawing was innocent enough. Just a light pencil sketch of a primate with wide, haunting eyes and a droopy ‘stache that looked like it hadn’t seen a barber since the 1800s. All normal so far.
But as I sat back to admire my progress, I could swear the mustache twitched. Just a little. Maybe it was the coffee. Or maybe it was the beginning of something wild
🖊️ Stage Two: Ink Awakens
So I pressed on inking the fur, darkening the eyes, and adding depth to that gloriously overgrown soup-strainer.
That’s when things got weird.
The monkey’s expression changed. Don’t ask me how I drew it myself. But now, it looked… smug. Almost too smug. Like it knew a secret. Or had just stolen a banana and framed the capybara for it.
I swear, one of the strokes I made in the fur sounded like a tiny giggle.
🖤 Stage Three: Full Ink Possession
The final drawing… oh, the final stage.
It wasn’t a monkey anymore.
It was a mustachioed mastermind. A jungle-dwelling villain who had possibly:
Stolen the rainforest’s last bottle of beard oil
Hypnotized other animals into mustache envy
Declared itself the Emperor of Facial Hair
By the time I finished, I realized I hadn’t just drawn a monkey.
I had summoned “El Bigotón” a mysterious, mustachioed entity whose mustache had ambitions far beyond the paper.
🤔 Moral of the Story?
Never trust a monkey with a mustache.😂
Especially one you draw yourself.😂
Especially one that might… just might…
come to life at midnight to twirl its whiskers and plot your downfall.🤣
