Andibi, Again
This was drawn by a 15 year old boy. Now he is a very talented anthro artist, one of the best ever. If he was this good 40 years ago that is 40 years of not being published when he should be. Big breathrough a'coming!
Two Sides Of The Same Coin
It was a lovely day in November. At least Tom thought it was November, the air was crisp and cool and it felt Novemberish. There were no calenders here, while he had a clock he rarely looked at it. He never had to be anywhere at any particular time in any event, when he had to be somewhere he always showed up on time, if that's the word for it. Anyway, it was a nice Fall day. Tom stood on his porch that surrounded the small field stone house, he could see and smell the smoke from his neighbor's fires, someone was cooking fish and the big cat was salivating. Since he had had his coffee he wasn't hungry, but the fish really smelled enticing. Odd, he thought, I haven't had meat since I got here. When did I get here? he thought to himself, I don't remember. Maybe someplace in town sold meat, although he had never seen such a shop. It didn't matter, what with the bread and potatoes and butter and honey he was never hungry. Tom lit a cigarette
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