Midas sat there, bowl poised at his lips. Second thoughts flittered across his mind. He hesitated. One sip would ensure that every item he touched would become gold. One sip would ensure him the world's riches. One sip could make his dreams come true. And he drank richly of the liquid, not knowing the damages he could cause with one simple touch. . .
The picture was bigger than the scanner, so the background got cut out. The letters (since they got cut of in places) read 'and everything that he touched would forever turn to gold' watercolor and Prismacolor pencils