The Character Of Leonardo Da Vinci

As I stood before the Mona Lisa painting, hands behind my back, I couldn't help but feel a sense of intrigue. "Hmm... quite strange!" I murmured.

Officer Swan, my companion, looked at me curiously. "What seems to be so strange? It's the most famous painting and also a beautiful one if we see."

I turned to him, my head tilting slightly. "Yeah, perhaps it may be, but why? What's so special about this? I mean, I have to take in Leonardo Da Vinci for this."

Officer Swan's expression changed, realizing I had taken the name of the famous artist. "Ummm... okay! You alright?"

Suddenly, my head began to spin, and I felt a surge of excitement. "My God! My painting, so beautiful isn't it."

Officer Swan's concern grew. "Yeah, yeah, it is, sir!"

I began to scrutinize the painting, my eyes narrowing. "Nah, I have to do some changes, I guess."

Officer Swan's worry turned to alarm. "Hmmm... what?! What do you mean?"

I started to take the painting down, and the guards rushed towards us, alarm blaring loudly. "Oops! What happened?"

Officer Swan tried to calm them down. "Look, just... just wait for a sec! I'm a cop, and my friend is not well mentally."

The guards pointed their guns at us, but I hid behind Officer Swan. "Yeah, he's right! Just leave us alone!"

The guard on the walkie-talkie reported, "Mona Lisa painting has been stolen! The cop's being supportive to the thief."

Officer Swan's face contorted in frustration. "No! I'm not!" He pulled out his gun and pointed it at the guard. "Okay, yeah, I am! I mean I have to, sorry!"

The guards took Officer Swan into custody, and later, I was brought in as well. Officer Swan looked at me, exasperated. "You happy now?"

I whispered, disappointed, "Just wanted my painting for some changes."

The owner and manager entered the room, and I perked up at the sight of juice. "Oh, juice!"

Officer Swan's expression turned stunned as I enjoyed the drink. The manager looked at me with curiosity. "Wow! Listen to me, sir. Don't call the cops or any agency. You don't have to; it's been a big mistake."

I started to chant, "Swap, swap!" Officer Swan glared at me. "Stop it!"

The manager continued, "Never have I seen... such a love for art."

Officer Swan's surprise turned to relief. "Wait, what?!"

The manager smiled. "Your friend seems to have a long history of lovely paintings, I guess... I understand how he loved the Mona Lisa painting and couldn't control the feeling and all that."

Officer Swan relaxed, realizing the manager wasn't going to press charges. "Ummm... yeah! Yeah! So that means you won't take us in for what he did?"

The manager nodded. "No, nah! Never! I understand the love of art of yours or your friend's. So why would I do that?"

As we left the room, Officer Swan held me back. "Umm... just... and... phew! So are we allowed to leave?"

The manager stood up, holding the door open for us. "Yeah, yeah! Of course, but be careful next time."

I asked, anxious, "But what about the painting?"

Officer Swan pulled me out the door. "Oh, come on, we'll see about that... just..."

I slashed my forehead into the door. "Mr. Bee? You okay?"

"Yeah, thank God I'm back!" I replied.

The manager looked confused, and Officer Swan took me out, shaking his head. "Umm... such an art lover."