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We all have our own struggles to overcome.
And I have a wee tree! It makes me smile, and smells SO good. 🙂
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Picknar and Thoos continue to talk in their detention room. Picknar said, “anyhow, so I eventually reached such a level of poverty that it inspired me to sign up for that scientific experiment.” Thoos, bored with head in hands, said, “bummer. And what’s up with your necklace having a tracker?” Picknar recalls when they and their love Ghaeilf visited Tornitus-6, and said, “Ghaeilf and I had traveled some, and at some point we visited Tornitus-6, where it’s so easy to lose each other in the hubbub. And so we bought matching necklaces with trackers so we wouldn’t lose each other. and we were so in love, we never took them off.” Thoos said, “that sounds tragic.” Picknar stands up and stretched out the cricks in their back and said, “I think it was. But no doubt your story is a hard one too.” Thoos said dramatically, “oh. It’s even worse. Living at home was so lame and boring. And so I left with a small fortune, determined to make it on my own.” Picknar commented, “that does sound hard. You were so brave.” Eyes wide and hand to their chest, Thoos said, “I know. But I try not to boast about it.”
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Yep, Thoos is a true nitwit.
Good that your wee tree doesn’t smell like wee.
Nice way to get into the holiday spirit!
Is that supposed to be “NO doubt” in panel 4?
Thank you, Nomi! Fixed! 🙂
Was wondering when a quadripedal creature would notice the fun of a hastily-evolved bipedal spine.
Ordinarily such conversations between the tragic-but-poor and the wealthy-but-ungrateful tend to resolve in ‘Prince and the Pauper’-style reconciliations of mutual awareness of the other’s true position in life and the advantages of their own. I don’t see that happening here. Thoos is a true child of privilege, and their scale of injustice is permanently lodged too far up the socio-economic ladder to be seen. And Picknar doesn’t care and can’t be made to care, given the ruin of his life to date and continuing. Picknar’s in real danger of being stepped on by the more fortunate and less careful, and isn’t quite aware of that danger as yet. Pity. When it comes, it might have little warning at all. No, not a smidgen.
I like the Infant Tree. 🙂