Madame Fountaine lives in a little house at the corner of two dirt roads with a bunch of antique and replica portraits of all of the great figure-heads of history. There is only one tiny problem: her portraits talk... a lot. They argue, banter, and gab enough to drive any normal person mad. Madame Fountaine knows that anyone she tells will think her perfectly insane, therefore she has to keep her little friends a secret.
*This story is strictly for fun. If it's liked enough, I'll add more to it.*