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The story thus far...
Grace and Simon, two teenage tearaways, have discovered a passage to Reality in the basement of The tré (a tiny theatre in their miniscule town of Otterstow). Unfortunately, they have accidentally trapped themselves and cannot return, although they don't seem to be in any hurry to do so. Ignatius (the mayor of Otterstow) suspects this is the case and has enlisted the aid of the parents; Slide, Sandra, Pete and Gina. None of the adults have figured out how to open the passage, which seems to involve a mysterious box. What's going on right now: Grace and Simon are exploring the Rialto, which is the theatre on the other side of the passage. It's getting late and they're scouting around for a bite to eat in the kitchen. About the page... Grace scores. Simon discovers the wonders of yeast extract by-products. It speaks volumes when the manufacturer's slogan is "Love it or hate it." It took me longer to draw the "Monster Spaghetti" label for the can than it did for anything else. Actually, I just did the label and used Blender to put it around a can. I also noticed I used the word "Meanwhile" to start two consecutive paragraphs. I'm such an amateur sometimes... |
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Drawing completed - 23 DEC 2010
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Page 88 Rialto Living Quarters "Oo, look, spaghetti!" Grace announced, brandishing a tin with a picture of the contents. "Don't know about you, but I could murder a bowl of this! And look, it's got little meatballs in." Meanwhile, Simon had twisted the lid off a container he had procured from the refrigerator. He had a sniff and, smelling a just slightly salty aroma, put his claw in, scooped up a tiny sample and put it in his mouth. He instantly regretted it. "Bllleeeech! This is absolutely revolting! Tastes like ear wax!" Returning the objectionable condiment to its place, he scouted around a little more, using his nose more than his eyes. "Hmm. This smells interesting," he said. Meanwhile, Grace was opening the drawers and poking around to find something to open the tin and a couple of spoons. "Bloody sif, where's the opener?" she mumbled. |
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