The farmer took me to his home. I rested on his table for many days. He fed me and took care of me in the morning and then went to work on his field. I never spoke to him at these times, not knowing what to say. Though, he gave me a look that nothing need be said. I often stared at the wall and wondered why. Why he did this. The answer never came to me...
Post this bitstrip:
(close)
You must publish your strip before embedding/posting it
3 comments
Add a comment
What a nice ol' guy.
August 11th
Marvelous! I love this series.
July 15th
Ain't no mountain high enough that can describe how great it is to see your creativity expand.
July 14th