|Is that how I got my ears? Grandpa was a Spit?|
|Dang! Who knew? Grandpa was a Spit!|
|Not gonna say anything about your design, hoomin, but now you have to start taking out weight.|
|See? Like this. I'll start with the base.|
The hoomin says he has to flip the posts again. He ran out of time again to make the doodles. Says he was arting a lot to get the six pieces finished for an art show this week. You know, we tried to help. We really, really did, and we have pictures to prove it, but did he listen?
Well, we were very curious about the commotion in the art cave. I even bit into a tube of white paint. I tried to inspect it, but I got caught and, you know, the hoomin didn't let me sample any of it. Instead, he made us a big dollop of homemade treat from Sarx food and a bit of nanner. That kept us busy.
I discovered how I got my beautiful, elliptical ears! My Grandpa was a Spitfire! My ears are perfectly shaped and efficient at generating disapproval. It all makes sense now!
So, you'll get your bun fiction fix tomorrow, and we'll keep you posted.