Monday, June 25, 2012

With a box

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.
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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