Mone, mone, mone mone mone... my crayons were slowly shortening, even though Tomokasu had bought me new ones not too long ago. My blue was the shortest, just because I couldn't the shade of the sky right, and then, right when I thought I got it, my hair disappears into the sky background. Great. My poor crayons... Mone, mone, mone mone mone...