Picasso's Metamorphosis

His bags packed, Picassowas excited to leave for Cuba. He knew he was a lucky dog because his mama, Luciana, took him with her everywhere she went.
Picasso stood at mama's aide as airport security looked at their passports. As the glass doors closed, he wondered if all his bones showed on the x-ray machine. The only thing difficult about being a Parson Russell was he was very short and most of life is up high.

It seemed like a short nap when the stewardess told them him to buckle up for saftey. The plane was now making its landing in Cuba. The taxi driver took the luggage and he hopped up on mama's lap with his head out of the window. The buildings in the city of Havana were bright colors. It was tge most colorful city Picasso had ever seen.