Ah the holidays! That time of year when we travel hundreds of miles to see family only to remember why we moved away in the first place. For Stickman however, travel to his grandparents can be dangerous.
He’d travel by car, but the gas pump contraption is beyond his cognitive skills.
He’d travel by boat, but the choppy seas going up and down, up and down, up and down….bleargh I made myself nauseous. Where was I? Oh yes, vomiting is strictly prohibited, so boats are out.
Guess he’ll just have to hoof it. Over the river and through the woods and past the treacherous snow covered peaks. And all for a poorly knitted sweater that smells like moth balls. Godspeed Sticky!
Posted By: Lady Of Odd