WIP. Deal With It.

The happy, loyal dog has found a valuable watch and is walking into town so he can give it to those who will know what to do with it.

(The dog is the point of the anti-human operation set into motion at last night's meeting of the Animal Resistance.  While the cops are praising him and telling him what a good dog he is the assault will begin on the radio station, the post office, and the municipal power plant. None shall be spared).

 

What a lovely day for a picnic down by the lake.  These three friends will cherish this outing for ever!

(Munch, the alien liaison with the slavers from Titan, monitors the activities of the intrepid dog and wise crane.  Clearly, their commitment to the cause is weak if they think that mud and vegetation holds excitement and beauty.  Soon the Earth will no longer stink of amino acids run riot, and those who do not hold the higher vision will be eliminated.  The sandwiches, however, were fantastic).
 

Mr. Ostrich and The Dog converse about old friends and new experiences!

(The dog is hungry and the bird is cold.  Now it is just a matter of who needs the less sleep).

Oh, to be a happy dog, and to have the freedom of all space and time!

(This is not perspective, but the actual size of the giant hounds that will soon presage the armada that will bring all life under alien control.  Made of micro thin plastic sheeting, one shot from an Earth weapon will destroy the illusion forever.  That is why the dog thing is being pulled by the tail cloud and not pushed.  Leading this target will be quite the job).

A happy time as these two bury their differences and spend some quality time most agreeably.

(No goddamn way that rat is getting out of the tree while the cat is around, and the cat's job is to stall until the armada is on the ground.  Neither of these two are listening to the other one anyway, with the humans busy it will be time to settle millions of years of anger and hatred, and settle it once and for all).

 

Munch, The Dog, and the Man all have the same vision of the Kingdom of God.

(Munch, The Dog, and the Traitor all have the same vision of the Kingdom of God, which only has room for one species).

All the animals are as one, here representatives from the mammal and reptile peoples discuss the new order of this happiest of times.

 

(And the new order today is Lapin à la Cocotte paired with Cuisses de Grenouille à la Provençale.  Might I suggest a Burgundy or one of the creamier Rhône whites)? 

 Prendre plaisir!

Christmas is the happiest of times.

(This dog was castrated yesterday.  Jingle all the way)!

 

Angels are among us.

(But that don't mean they're happy about it.  Seraphim are described as fiery six-winged beings, with two wings that cover their faces, two that cover their feet, and the last two used to fly.  Seraphim is also the word used for 'serpents' in Hebrew.  Think on that the next time you see a picture of those kids about to walk across the broken bridge over the raging torrent with an angel lurking nearby.  That bridge didn't break itself,  folks).

And when Man lives in harmony with all creatures great and small there will be much rejoicing.

(Particularly among the meat eaters).

The beast was given a mouth uttering proud boasts and blasphemies, and it was given authority to act for forty-two months. It opened its mouth to utter blasphemies against God, blaspheming his name and his dwelling and those who dwell in heaven. It was also allowed to wage war against the holy ones and conquer them, and it was granted authority over every tribe, people, tongue, and nation.

(But worship of the beast comes with free cable, Netflix on demand extra).

Animals can see things that we cannot.

(Humans, however, don't need to worry about that as long as we got the car keys).

Help arrives during the Hunger Games.

(Everything you hear about Mary Poppins is a lie).

The itsy bitsy spider climbed up the waterspout.
Down came the rain
and washed the spider out.
Out came the sun
and dried up all the rain
and the itsy bitsy spider climbed up the spout again.

(The yellow doggie woggie ate the spider up).

 

A man, a bird, an alien slaver and a dog walk into a bar.  They all order beers.  The bartender said, "Hey, we don't often get a man, a bird, an alien slaver and a dog in here".  The dog spat out a mouthful of beer and growled, "And at these prices you won't be getting many more, jerkoff)!"

(Those guys beat that bartender so hard he would spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair.  Meanwhile the alien slaver grabbed all the money out of the cash register while the bird shit on the floor and the man laughed his ass off.  The dog said nothing and just licked his butthole).

 And there was No more Pain and Sorrow, All the World was United in Brotherhood!

(The sun exploded right after this this picture was taken).

A Davis B'hoys production.