*chuckles... there is much truth to your words...

V.

And lo, on the 8th day he checked in to see the creatures he had made on the world he had built, in the galaxy he had forged, in the universe he had created... and he found them lying on the beach, out in the sun, working on their tans... with the trash of their consumption strewn about them....


He then wadded everything up and threw it into the trash with a great sigh.
"I really gotta work on the character of the characters I create 1st or this will never work."

:(

next time, no beaches, just endless densely fireproof forested mountains. and let that crazy coyote fella pull people out of a hollow log or the bottom of the lake or something. he's better at it then i am, him and that fox fella. and flying cats, gotta have little flying cats with big butterfly wings.