When I got home again from the farm, Clive was nowhere in sight. There was a note, however, on the dining room table. A single word, Shock, and this… ***
Clive wanted to work on his comic strips, so I wandered around the farm some more. I saw ducks, cowering from the cold at the back of the pond, looking unhappy, but resigned to their fate as the wind whipped round and round and… Continue Reading “Playtime”
Meanwhile, in the Village…
Back at the farm again we wandered around the corrals to see what was going on. “Now there’s something interesting,” said Clive. “What’s going on?” “Looks like the snow pony’s being a little stubborn.” “Carrot not good enough?” I asked. “Um, something like that.… Continue Reading “Practice Time”
I looked in on Clive a little later. He was asleep, resting his head on his arms, and from the pile of strips I saw littering the table around him he’d been working very hard. The one I saw on top told me that… Continue Reading “A Walk in Town”
As Muzak plays, here’s a Saturday morning jape.