So, when Mojo was a wee lass she had this very kind and supportive Favorite Mother who tended to indulge and encourage various shenanigans. One such interest was art, particularly wildlife art. At one point Mojo decided she was going to become a Famous Wildlife Artist (little did she know there really *IS* no such thing, as least as far as TRUE FAME goes, in the quantity Mojo expects and demands), and her Favorite Mother hooked her up with weekly art lessons with a very nice lady the next town over, by the name of Mary Drayton. (I give you her name because the poor dear has since passed on, and Mojo knows a deceased person cannot sue her for libel. Or slander. Or mere association.)
Mrs. Drayton was a simply LOVELY and PATIENT person, who would probably pretend not to mind being associated on the internet with such a rapscallion as Mojo. Anyway, Mojo being Mojo she thought pretty early on that she was quite good at representing various critters in their natural habitats, and her Favorite Mother encouraged this hubris by dropping RANGER RICKs and NATIONAL WILDLIFEs and NATIONAL GEOGRAPHICs all over the house. (To be honest they actually predate Mojo's interest in art, and some of them even predated Mojo.) She even bought the big ol' BINDERS so you could hold a year's issues in one convenient place--the NW ones were green; the RRs were brown--and Wee Lass Mojo would spend HOURS paging through the lovely photos of animals and drawing the ones she thought were worthy of her talents.