Pedro, a young man who was deported by no fault of his own, was so poor that at last he had no money to buy the other art supplies he needed. He was an aspiring painter, and made no profit from his passion.

In the evening, he finished the line art on his canvas and left his supplies on his table to finish in the morning. He lay down quietly in his bed, and before he fell asleep he asked Jesus to help him.

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That morning, just as he was about to go continue his art, he saw the painting completed on the easel. Pedro was astounded, and did not know what to make of it. He took the painting in his hand, the canvas dry, and saw that the strokes were so flawless, it was as if it was intended to be a masterpiece.

“Dios mio!” he exclaimed. The work was so good, a customer came into the shop. He was so pleased with the piece of art, that he paid more than the listed price. Now Pedro had the money to buy more art supplies.

That night, Pedro began the lineart, and the next morning he was about to set to work with fresh hope for the future. When he saw that the art was already completed, there was no shortage of customers who wanted the pieces, and Pedro soon had enough to buy supplies for four new paintings.

The following morning, he found that the four paintings were made – and so it went on; any line art that he prepared in the evening was finished by the morning. Soon he was no longer poor, and he even became quite rich.

One night, Pedro decided to stay up and watch his easel to see how all these miracle painting were being made. He spent the night on the couch with a blanket and watched Blueface Thotiana music videos on YouTube to pass the time.

WHY DO ALL THE WOMEN WANT HIM AND NOT MEEEEHEEHEEEHEEEEEE

At the stroke of midnight, the sound of laughter drew Pedro’s attention to his work desk. Much to his surprise, he found two undressed Asian men, each smaller than the size of his pinky.

They took all the work which was laid out before them and began to mix, paint, and coat so skillfully and so quickly with their little fingers that Pedro could not turn away his eyes for astonishment. They did not stop until all was done and stood finished on the table, and then they ran quickly away, chanting in a foreign language.

At the stroke of midnight, the sound of laughter drew Pedro’s attention to his work desk. Much to his surprise, he found two undressed Asian men, each smaller than the size of his pinky. They took all the work which was laid out before them and began to mix, paint, and coat so skillfully and so quickly with their little fingers that Pedro could not turn away his eyes for astonishment. They did not stop until all was done and stood finished on the table, and then they ran quickly away, chanting in a foreign language.

Pedro rose quickly, crying out, “Ese! Please, wait!”

The men froze in their places, slowly turning back to him. “H-hello,” one said with a thick Chinese accent. “Are you going to stomp on us?”