A game designer & illustrator tries to return his sense of wonder to its original packaging.
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
The Roper Next Door
On Hurricane Sunday, just as I was drifting off to sleep, we heard a prolonged cracking, rending noise coming from outside the house. An ancient maple tree had succumbed to the storm, cracking in two, to reveal a hollow interior big enough to accommodate many cookie-making elves. At least, I thought it was a maple tree. Look familiar?
Just a friendly old maple tree...
Rowwwr!
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