One night while it was warm and the sun was setting in a lovely cloudy sky, I sat outside on my buildings rooftop deck. I was thinking about my little story that I wrote and I started to draw my fox again. This time I think he is closer to what I have in mind. More Beatrix Potter and Maurice Sendak.
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The fox looked into the box...was it socks? or sox spelled incorrectly? |
What do you think?...
There will be more foxes and bears and boxes and socks-es to come! I can just see their cute fuzzy paws and the fox trying to find socks in his untidy little room.
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