Thursday, March 09, 2006
The Owl

The Owl was fond of cruising with his balloon. He’d just float around happily, above the treetops, not knowing where the wind of the day would take him.
Welcome! Man, Woman, Plant, Feathered, Scaled and Furred. Let us greet One Another and exchange courteous compliments as a token of our conviction of the importance of civility in Times Like These. Love your shoes! Where did you get those?

I am a writer and illustrator currently studying screenwriting in London. If you are appalled with the terrible quality of my spelling and grammar, I understand you. I feel the same. But, I am swedish and have lived over ten years in Vienna. That's my excuse.