This is the last update this week because work beckons. But I wanted to post the second image set to be made as a print for the upcoming convention in a couple of weeks.
You know what I like best about the Little Red Riding Hood story? It's when the Wolf, at the pinnacle of his guile, he decides to kill Red's grandmother and puts on the departed's clothes in order to trick the little girl into thinking that all is well; that it's all business as usual. The suddenly *BAM!* - he pounces on her after she disrespects his eyes, nose, and teeth.
"The better to eat you with, my dear! RAAAAAR!"
Anyway, I like that part the best because the stupid girl let it get that far.
See, I have dog a named 'Chuck' and on occasion my ex used to put a sweater on him - a sweater that looked strangely like something my uncle used to wear. And in those instances I never once looked at Chuck and thought, "Geez, my uncle is over at the house a lot, just hanging out and pooping on the back yard lawn. I wonder if he's okay?" Then Chuck jumps up and kicks me in the groin. That's never happened.
That little girl deserved to be eaten, I tell you. She deserves to be eaten because that's how natural selection works. Like King Mufasa said to Simba: "Like sands through the hour glass...these are the days of our lives."
Ah, non sequitur - how I love thy color of rainy pants uncanny.