She was held to a higher standard than the rest of Washington, D.C. Her skin was fleece though you'd never know it. One time an African-American Elvis impersonator tried to peel her off the wall in the red room she'd lived in all her life but her flaming scythe arm got caught in another dimension and pulled the rest of the world along with it. Now we live our days as microbes in what some alien species might call hair. She says it has its ups and downs but easy for her to say because the aliens named her Queen of All Earthlings. We tried to tell them she was just a lady painted on the wall only they had no concept of listening/hearing let alone ears.