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.”
eibeholm asked: really loving your drawings! :) have good day! hehe
Haha, thanks! I hope you have a lovely day as well.