“I’m tellin ya,” sighed Floofy, “when 2020 comes, we’re gonna have a year of bad vision puns.”
“That’s looking ahead,” replied Floof.
“I see what you did there,” laughed Floo.
“Bugger,” sighed Floofy.
I do like Floof. It’s the bestest of names. Tomorrow I have a collab with Marge and then next week I return to the usual Little Fears photo-doodles. I will be mixing in doodles like the Floofs as I go.
As with all of this week’s doodles, the forest Floofs are available over on my Etsy store. I’ve also dropped the price of a lot of my older original illustrations. If you’ve had an eye on one but the price has put you off, now’s the time to nobble. Linky: littlefears.etsy.com
“I am,” sighed Deerhound. “I slept in a puddle last night. Now the fur on my knee is all matted.”
“Sorry to hear that,” replied Sprite. “Hey, it could be worse. You could have your leg stuck in a hole in the ground filled with water.”
“Give it a break,” sighed Deerhound. “I know you mean well…”
HAH! Unusually subtle for me. Like yesterday, my tiny Fear is available on Etsy for £6 with free global postage. Linky: littlefears.etsy.com
When I posted yesterday, I looked at the panel and remembered why I don’t like the ultra short comic style for the Fears. Drawing out a story for maximum-groan is what causes my readers to cry out in pain when they read the punchline. Without the longer story side of it, readers are less likely to slam their heads on the desk, snap pencils or throw keyboards across the room.
It seems most people agree. That’s fine with me!
I was surprised at how many folks showed the love for my usual lo-fi photo with doodle on. My cockles were warmed. Cheers, rabble! So, mixing it up is the way forward. A little of this and a little of that, all within the Fears aesthetic and humour.
Although, this week, it’s all about the micro doodle.
They drove on through the night, stopping only to scavenge fuel from other abandoned vehicles. They’d occasionally pass driving and recharge time between each other. They polished off a bottle of oil between them, leaving them refreshed for the day ahead.
As morning broke, a curious sight got Irons attention. The head of a cartoon mouse laid on the ground next to the gates of a theme park. Copper knew what it was and she wasn’t stopping for a look around.
It was a trap for humans owned by a mouse.
Sorry folks, I missed yesterdays tale and today I’m super late. Been sat about with only a mobile this last 24 hours. Great for browsing social media and blogs. Terrible for actually posting, haha. Normal service will be resumed tomorrow.
Metallic fish were strewn across the street outside the chip shop. Iron nudged the handlebars of a motorcycle with her nose. ‘Triumph’ embossed on the petrol tank. The rest of the bike had sunk into the dirt road.
“On Fridays, two shoals of robot fish riding motorcycles or mopeds would come here and have a dust-up,” sighed Copper.
Iron dug around the tank. As she loosened the soil what was let of the bike sunk below ground level. Copper pulled Iron away from the sinking vehicle.
“It was very seventies,” she continued. “Codrophenia.”