Viezens moved, away from Leipzig, now he lives in a village in Upper Franconia, where at first the locals considered him a normal painter, harmless, kind and very colourful and very good. But, Viezens did strange things in his atelier, secret and mean things, told somebody to the others. He wears a notional frock, rubber gloves, and safety glasses and he solders, sews and twiddles crazy animals everyday. When a wind blows, the animals move, get colourful clothes on, sit down and get painted. They call with a low, creepy voice their dad Steve, they ask more dead than alive: Why did you do that to us? But he always returns: Stay put!, takes brush and canvas and draws like satan. 

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