Disclaimer:

I don't own The Peanuts.

The story on hand, ‚Snapshots' is fan-fiction. I wrote it, because I love to write, but I will not use 'The Peanut-Connection' in any commercial way.

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Dear Mr. Van Gogh

After I've visited the art exhibition a few days ago in the city, I've decided to write you a letter.

I'm familiar with your complete works and of course, I'm a great admirer of you. Your way to paint is fabulous, believe me and I like the mixture between impressionism and expressionism in your work, that great modern way of painting you do all the time. By the way, I was the proud owner of one of your earlier works, but it was destroyed together with my cushion in a fire. I could replace it by a picture by Mr. Wyeth, but it isn't the same. Damn doghouses! Although they can be spacious, it's no residence for a dog of the world. It's frustrating, I can tell you! And what is more, all these ignorant philistines who surrounds me all days. This small boy with his plump head is the worst ones of them, but the others aren't better. Sometimes I think the piano player has to be an art lover, but he isn't, if you look at him exactly. The only ray of hope is my secretary. I hope all the days that I can educate him when he works for me but I'm afraid of him because I know he does all these ordinary things I want to drive out of his mind when he flies away to his nest. Philistines! Philistines! All these stupid philistines! They can't ever understand a genius like me or you. Anyway, I have to stop now. The small boy with his plump head brings me my dinner, an ordinary appetizer and after that a roast beef. I hope, it's well done or I have to give it back.

Best wishes

Snoopy

P.S.: I may give you some regards from the Red Baron!

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