The winner of the contest is almost decided. In the meantime, there's a man who's been driving miles and miles to see you all, out of this very screen, with his very eyes. His name is Jim. or Joe. Well, actually, he isn't so sure, but that's quite all read, eh reassures me, it doesn't really matter. Do you see how happy he is? The secret to his happiness is the secret of life. Jim, or Joe, or whoever he is, found the secret out quite a few years ago, and has been has been as happy as sunflowers ever since. He tells me the secret of life, happiness, and wholeness, is to eat pickles. Loads of them. And, every friday (or tuesday, he isn't so sure) to dance on a horse. Absolutely true formula for the most happiness your tiny frame can hold. He says it's a lot of explanation, kids, but don't worry about it. Oh! His ears are calling him away, I'm sorry, I-- Where did he go? Oops, that must have been all the time he could spare. Very sorry, he didn't even say goodbye! Well, just smile and stamp your feet along with it. I bid you adieu, once more.

-Lola and Fizzy Izzy.

CONTEST!

entrants, please answer the question above. There will be a splendiferous prize, but only for the winner, and might I remind you, you CAN'T win if you don't enter. So, everyone, hurry hurry, try to get the best story, fast! please enter in the comments, thank you.

Just because we have so much...

...we are going to present an Uncle Wiggly Fest!

so sit back, and let the pictures do the talking.

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Uncle Wiggly Continued..

This is your front-row ticket to the ongoing drama of Uncle Wiggily by Howard R. Garis, Lansing Campbell, Izzy Seltzer, and a cast of thousands in "Star Dreck 1921". 

 (if you don't know what that means, you're living on the wrong planet.)

those neighbors are terrible!

"Oh, really. I mean those neighbors, spoiling my view by building those horrible McMushrooms right in front of the ocean!" This is what Millie was thinking as she craned her neck to look behind her on her way to the beach (note her stylish 3,000 peso bathing suit).  "And what do they think those shingled spores are going to do for my property value? It just keeps getting lower and lower." Millie could feel her long, beautiful straight tail (her pride and joy) curl with disgust. And they were always having the most explicit parties, what with the rabbits everywhere and with everyone. Really, she couldn't stand this sort of inconsideration. Millie fumed as she stalked off to the beach. But she was comforted by all the things she was planning to do. The extra wing on her shoehouse was going to be added next week, and tomorrow night was the biggest bash of the year, and she was going to have to get a live DJ, maybe even one of the pheasants, over to blast the stereo. And she musn't forget to take out the trash. But the dump was so far away, maybe she would just dump it over by the side of the road. No one would notice. And anyways, even if those horrible obnoxious neighbors were to complain, they were the ones doing wrong! Millie was sure she was the nicest, most considerate neighbor on the whole drive...

Were you sad?

Yes, well I certainly was. but now I'm ever so happy, for I'm back! You're happy too, I just know it. Anyways, apologies apologies, for not posting in forever, but here I am! This here doodle is not technically a doodle, I know, but it was too good to pass up. It's from an ancient antique children's book called Uncle Wiggly, and pictures from it will be part of an ongoing series. (perhaps). Izzy did add the workers to the picture, though, we can give him credit for that, right? My favorite part of this picture are all the little bloomers you can catch glimpses of under the little animals' skirts. Oh how wonderfully old fashioned! Indeed, I have coincidentally just found a site that sells bloomers. Check it out. and also, more news! The banners are done, you two lucky misses (you know who I am talking about!) But unfortunately I cannot post pictures in the comments, so comment below and tell me if you'd like me to email them to you (in which case you would need to give me the email address, flightpretendment) or have me post the outrageously beautiful artwork on this outrageously beautiful blog!

best wishes, 

Lola