I guffawed. Silently. I wonder if Ol' Horny ran a short distance, fell down. Got up, turned a bit, then ran a short distance, feel down again - to mime being caught in a pen.
That would be fascinating to sketch. When I first saw this, I thought of scenes from the western U.S. Of course, there are no water buffalo here. And not even bison anymore. But there are still herds of cattle, grazing.
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I guffawed. Silently. I wonder if Ol' Horny ran a short distance, fell down. Got up, turned a bit, then ran a short distance, feel down again - to mime being caught in a pen.
I WANT him!
That would be fascinating to sketch. When I first saw this, I thought of scenes from the western U.S.
Of course, there are no water buffalo here. And not even bison anymore. But there are still herds of cattle, grazing.
I, uh...erm...well. I'm just glad this wasn't a diary entry.
Hee hee, Speedway.
Neetzy, he's yours.
Ms.M. I suppose the bones now go into some industrial process rather than being left to bleach artistically.
You really don't want to see my diary, Petrea.
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