It’s always a good thing when you find a forgotten drawing in a forgotten sketchpad on some forgotten bookcase.
Back when I lived on the Alafia River, we would share the tales of Arnie the River Beast – Half man, half sheep. Arnie is a strange and beautiful creature, but his thirst for flesh is something that I still can’t get past to this very day. One day, many years ago, I noticed my charcoal grey cat “Smudge” was missing. I immediately recognized the smell of Arnie – he smelled like wet carpet that the dog slept on. I can’t prove it, but I know in my heart of hearts that Smudge ended up in Arnie’s stomach of stomachs.
