The Possum – Issue 04, page 16
A time honoured Mexican tradition is Possum hunting. It’s best performed by little people in masks. I’m pretty sure that this is a fact… I think I read it somewhere once on the internet.
A time honoured Mexican tradition is Possum hunting. It’s best performed by little people in masks. I’m pretty sure that this is a fact… I think I read it somewhere once on the internet.
Run, Possum… Run!!! (I think he’s in trouble…)
Never believe a Possum when you think they’re dead! (Even if they are squished and flattened on the road… they’re tricky little buggers!)
Wait, what!? One hit and he’s out? The little guy is right… What a rip. I can’t believe the Possum is dead all ready… oh wait… he’s a POSSUM!!!
Uh oh… buckle your seat belts. Here we go again!
I promise there won’t be this many words on every page… what can I say, the little guy likes his monologues…
We now pause from the beatings for this short monologue….
The double page spread of PAIN!!!
Just go limp! It will hurt less!
This was the page I was working on when my son Nathan was born. I put his initials in the bottom right corner. (He is 10 years old now!!!)