Here’s a happy little fellow. These flying fish really do fly. 🙂 Apparently they enjoy warm weather as much as I (and Wallie) do.
Cartoon
Dinosaur Detective
It was the first time, and it wouldn’t be the last. Why the Imp and I had decided to draw Sherlock Holmes as a dinosaur beggared all explanation. He wasn’t even wearing a deerstalker.
Oh yeah. Believe it or not, this dinosaur was inspired by Sherlock Holmes.
Wallie on Survival
When Wallie and I were faced with today’s prompt, we were in a bind. We knew that if this blog is to survive it must, well, go on. But when it came to “Survival” we were stuck.
“Write about your dying blog,” said my Friend. “Write about fighting for its life.”
Wallie was more interested in surviving the Jungle Orzos and its evil pear-eating birds.
Here is a mix.
Eight Arms and Six Eyes
Yesterday, the Imp and I read a most provocative post prompt. The “Brand New You, Effective Tomorrow,” was very interesting to me—I have a secret itch to be the hula hoop artist in Cirque du Soleil—but Wallie was indignant. He couldn’t think of anyone he would rather be.
He told my friend in Impish (the language of the Imps) that he wouldn’t be anyone with less than eight arms and six eyes. I don’t know why he didn’t throw in two heads. But he was very adamant, and that was that.
The Immortal
My Little Monster
Wallie the Imp and I flatter ourselves we do quite well under pressure. This is another story.Â
Heroine
“But where do the ideas come from?”
It was a warm summer evening, sticky, stifling, but his aching limbs were somehow relieved by the lulling intensity of heat. He was tired. Very tired. And it was such an old question.
“Grandpa…”
