
"Sweetie... Papa got sick, and well... Sometimes when people get sick, they don't get better."
"I don't understayand. Papa was gonna take me fishin' this weekend.... When is he coming home? I want my papa."
"Oh hun.. he's... He's not coming home."
"But why? He said! He said he said he saaaaaid!"
Tears well up in the small girl's eyes, and she grips the inner brim of the oversized hat tight.
She stamps her little foot.
"It's not fair! I only gotta go one time with Papa! One!
And he... He... He got mad!
He got mad because I wouldn't slack da line!
But I got it though, mama, I caught it!
Why isn't Papa better yet?! He promised!"
"Stevie.. I... I'm so sorry... I just... He's... He's gone... He passed away..."
"But he coulda stopped! Papa coulda stopped, he said he was gonna!
He was gonna, mama... He promised... Where is Papa?"
To get a little personal, I was about nine years old when lost my first grandfather.
Seeing him gone filled me with more terror than I ever thought I would experience.
That was also the first fish I caught, on my own, in my life.
It was a juvenile striped bass, much too small to keep, so we let it go.
In the twenty-one years since, I've never gotten another.
I think I'm going to go fishing this year.
Stevie the Crocogator is one of my many characters, and few fursonas, er, scalesona.
Artwork is my own, traditional pencil on cardstock, with colored pencil.
Based on a true story.
Category Artwork (Traditional) / Doodle
Species Alligator / Crocodile
Size 1642 x 1276px
File Size 1.32 MB
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