What day is it? I have no idea. It seems weeks now that I have been trapped in this wild and untamed land. I plunge further into the green hell- yet another barbed plant rips into my flesh- my pain mocked by its garish flowers nodding at me as the stem whips back and forth. I feel I can go no further and collapse, defeated.
Face down in the mud, breathing in the stench of rotting vegetable matter, I reflect on past glories.
There aren't any.
Sigh...Time to die.
An animal approaches...stealthily- ominously. Perhaps my end will be mercifully quick.
"Miaow"
I sit upright in shock, and relief- it's fluffy white cat! The last time I had seen him was all that time ago when I came down to the end of the garden, with the intention of cutting down these overgrown brambles. Before I knew it I'd got lost somewhere past the Bramley apple tree. I had foolishly left the path in the hope of finding the rhubarb I'd heard rumours of.
I must have wandered in circles, as day turned to evening- evening to night- night to the next day, and, well, you get the idea.
Weeping with joy I grab fluffy cat's fluffy white tail, and he pulls me out of the forest, across the lawn, and eventually to the safety of the patio doors.
So, a cup of tea later, here I am- back on the blog- and here's a cartoon about forests (sort of). One of 3 I have in the latest 'double' edition of The Spectator.
Face down in the mud, breathing in the stench of rotting vegetable matter, I reflect on past glories.
There aren't any.
Sigh...Time to die.
An animal approaches...stealthily- ominously. Perhaps my end will be mercifully quick.
"Miaow"
I sit upright in shock, and relief- it's fluffy white cat! The last time I had seen him was all that time ago when I came down to the end of the garden, with the intention of cutting down these overgrown brambles. Before I knew it I'd got lost somewhere past the Bramley apple tree. I had foolishly left the path in the hope of finding the rhubarb I'd heard rumours of.
I must have wandered in circles, as day turned to evening- evening to night- night to the next day, and, well, you get the idea.
Weeping with joy I grab fluffy cat's fluffy white tail, and he pulls me out of the forest, across the lawn, and eventually to the safety of the patio doors.
So, a cup of tea later, here I am- back on the blog- and here's a cartoon about forests (sort of). One of 3 I have in the latest 'double' edition of The Spectator.
The reproduction in the mag is missing a lot of the colouring in I did, so this is the full teknicolor version
This is one of the funniest cartoons I've seen in a while.
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