The Bunday Evening Thumps

Bun evening, Everybun!

We had a very amicable morning. All the treats, and without even asking! The key to getting your fill and then some is to pace yourself. You see, first thing in the morning, we swarm the guy. Then we take a break, making him think we just don't care. We load and non-chalant right in front of him. Better yet, we stretch out where there is a hint of decent light.

The biped gets busy sketching, or going through an Illustration Annual from Communication Arts; we let him take a pic or two, and then we jump him again. Like we're starving or something.

He goes on to sketch some, brushes off the cookie crumbs off the paper, and starts on the "FireBun" for the "BunGuernica" piece. "Hey, iz we gonna have a BrimstoneBun too!?" I quip.

And we keep this up until it's really time to retreat into one of the bundos for the rest of the day. 

Then the evening eventually arrives. 

Good night and good luck!
- Gus

PS: The latest blob in the Atlantic fizzled out!

PPS: CommunicationArts is one of the very, very few graphic design periodicals that survived the internets carnage to be still publishing in print (https://www.commarts.com/).