ok seriously, i feel like i cannot draw ANYTHNG right now. i cant even begin to try and draw the isen pics. cuz everytime i try it sucks. so im posting something that's been sitting sround for awhile. a friend of mine and myself wrote a small piece for it:


his belly was gorged. he felt the blades grass graze his full belly as he walked home. it sloshed as it swung back and forth. the caribou he had brought down earlier was now only a pile of bones. how could believe he had managed to eat as much as he had that day. as he neared his den he could feel his tummy digesting. it felt so good. he had been chubby as a pup, the fattest of the litter. some things never changed, he remembered listening to his plump stomach groan and slosh from milk as a pup. he was eager to get to his den to listen to his tender tummy. but the opening of the den was alot tighter than when he had left it this morning. he tried to squeeze through the opening but it became tight around the beginning of his fat middle. his stomach sloshed heavily as he tried to wiggle his way through. he whined as the harsh opening of his den bit into his sensitive tummy. he pulled harder, suddenly he popped through with a wobble. he blushed as he watched his fat tummy sway from the sudden movement. but he was rather tired by now. he quickly curled up into his nest, listening to the sounds of digestion.




-Tulip&CC