Thelonious Grimm

Stories, Doodles and Pictures by Matt McClure
Drawings from the road.

Drawings from the road.

He longed desperately to return home and yet could not remember where exactly he left it. 

He longed desperately to return home and yet could not remember where exactly he left it. 

Good morning Giant.
Good morning Girl.

Good morning Giant.

Good morning Girl.

The Mad King and the Dare

The Mad King and the Dare

Hello Spaceman…what are you doing so far away from home?

Hello Spaceman…what are you doing so far away from home?

"Mama, Mama," sobbed the baby beast "I want my Mama…"

"Mama, Mama," sobbed the baby beast "I want my Mama…"

"Some days," thought Eli, "I just want to walk my dog in peace."

"Some days," thought Eli, "I just want to walk my dog in peace."

The day the robots arrived was the day the human kind set out for the new world.

The day the robots arrived was the day the human kind set out for the new world.

The night of the invasion, Harold couldn’t sleep. 

The night of the invasion, Harold couldn’t sleep. 

When I Was Just a Pup…
I came across a shadow in the sand that was not my own. I followed that shadow until I came to its edge. In the distance I saw the old gunslinger…so tall was he that I saw clouds come to rest atop is great bald head. He coughed and grunted as loud as a summer thunder storm and I ran away in fear.
I returned to my home and to my life in the desert and didn’t think on the tall gunslinger until many years later. By then he was just a legend, a bedtime story I told my own pups. Yet every time I saw a great storm cloud rolling atop the wind, I thought to myself “poor old giant has lost his hat again.”

When I Was Just a Pup…

I came across a shadow in the sand that was not my own. I followed that shadow until I came to its edge. In the distance I saw the old gunslinger…so tall was he that I saw clouds come to rest atop is great bald head. He coughed and grunted as loud as a summer thunder storm and I ran away in fear.

I returned to my home and to my life in the desert and didn’t think on the tall gunslinger until many years later. By then he was just a legend, a bedtime story I told my own pups. Yet every time I saw a great storm cloud rolling atop the wind, I thought to myself “poor old giant has lost his hat again.”