drawing | lamb

unexpected tales such as roald dahl's are the best remedy for cynicism, i find. when i was fifteen or thereabouts, our english teacher offered us dahl-on-a-plate. i remember taking my dahl to my friday bath, lazily unawares of impending catastrophe, until anguish and stupefaction rushed me straight up from the foam. this was something else! one particular count which i find to this day remarkably sly, is the story about the [leathal] leg of lamb. enthralled to the end, until just like the clever protagonist, i started giggling. 

drawing challengers! you had it coming... my cruel mind works in mysterious ways sometimes. never mind, there's always two sides to any one story. at least two. fyi, i prefer my lambs to dart about in the meadow too, just as much as stephanie probably does. ps - i think i feel a theme coming up!