The crackers were stale, so the little man with the bright eyes drew some women's heads on them. The proprietor of the Left Bank bistro in the Rue Mabillon was furious; he threw them to his frowsy dog, Peggy. When the artist left, a sad-faced patron said to the proprietor: "Those little crackers that Peggy ate were worth about fifty thousand francs apiece. That was Picasso."
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