It was late. I had decided to retire to my inner sanctum to examine Kerri's art werk. One particular piece caught my eye. It was several hours before I was able to snatch it back because I kept seeing faces in the work. Unmistakable faces. I burst into Patti's room for independent verification. "Can you see this hippo?" She replied calmly, "You're hallucinating again, Dave." But it's there....it's there....I cried. "Dave, remember why we had to paint over the knotty pine ceiling? You kept seeing Annette Funicello in various states of undress...is it coming back to you?" "That was different. This hippo is really there, I tell you!" Alas, when I asked Kerri she said she couldn't remember what she sent me. Clearly Patti had gotten to her. So, now I must take my case to the world at large. To help you "see" I have sketched in some contextual backgrounds. Am I mad? (Please take your time answering.) (I should point out there's money riding on the outcome.) (Really big money). (As in tens of dollars). Thank you, Kerri.