Down at The Forked Glen
And so it was that Becuma slipped into the pub, and for the second time that week found himself surrounded by giant toads.
Fingerpainted on my iphone and based on “Becuma of the white skin” of
which to date I have read only the following from an aurthur rackam
“In a forked glen into which he slipped at night-fall he was
surrounded by giant toads”.
Thanks to Patricia over at Drawn.ca for the post about me! drawn.ca/2009/07/30/i-heart-iphone-art/