This scrap is short because my writing hour was sort of cut into by a buddy who had a drama attack. I was going to explain that Jan had been getting a little tubby from having Shine-sized meals with his tiger and the two of them were going to go to Chinatown and enjoy a bunch of time on the subway. Â But that’ll just have to wait now, won’t it? Remember kids, just say no to drama! Â [This has been a public service message by the Committee to Make Post Descriptions Longer Than The Posts Themselves.]
I sat on the balcony with Jan and watched the sun go down over the city. Â It felt like it was going to be a pretty warm night. Â I took my fox’s hand and led him back through the apartment and out the front door.
“Where are we going?” he said.
“Anywhere we want.”
“How about food?”
No hand yet, I know. Â It’s not a very good arm, either; it definitely could do with some form (and action! it should be doing something!). Â But I’m taking pics anyway since most of you haven’t seen anything on this guy yet.
In that light he looks a little too mooby. Â I’m going to have to do something about that too.
Well, I say teeny-tiny little ankle band spikes.  This fellah is eight inches tall and 1:12 scale, so we’re looking at what ought to be three-inch spikes.  But in actuality: teeny-tiny little ankle band spikes.