I still don’t know what I’m doing scribbling wise, but have a little foxie before my free time goes out the window.

What’s he looking at you ask? Why, the glimmer of hope as it riseth over the horizon of time, flooding the world with the vibrant hues of joy, friendship, and pretentious quasi-poetry!

…It’s late here in Blighty and I couldn’t think of a good name, sorry…