There was only one way to conquer them; to imprison them in lines and cover them in colors.
Day by day their numbers grew, as did their mockery.
Their actions were terrifying yet invisible, their power lay in their ability to drink his colors and fool his lines.
Every night they danced on his ceiling, multiplying in numbers until he could no longer bear it.
He picked up his brush and cast a spell on them, giving them form and imprisoning them in colour.
Finally they were captured and he demanded to know their purpose? 
The answer was simple: “Forgive us… We just wanted a face…