When viewing the cute little fishies underwater Stu could see that they didn't have the pleasant look of other fish he had the pleasure of meeting in the past. He figured that if he didn't make any sudden moves, it wouldn't get them to do anything rash.. he figured.
Stu plunged deep into the cool water. It was a relief to get away from the fierce peanut people, even if it meant being underwater with some friendly looking fishies. The needles in his back still caused a pinch whenever he moved.
Stu's luck was with him that day.. directly at the bottom of the cliff was a pool of water. He was able to get a full lung-full of air just before he went under.
Stu is back. He ran thru the jungle as fast as he could, not watching where he was going. His running came to an abrupt end when it quickly switched to 'flying'. Running off a cliff had a strange familiarity to it.. stu pondered this.
I think there comes a time in everyone’s life when they have to choose which trail they are going to follow.. .. I think we could all use a little "Editing".
Howdy all. I am slowly pulling out of a sketching slump. I spotted this little critter skittering across a road high in the mountains of Idaho. I just had to share it with you. Stu adventures are still ON-HOLD... but sketches are not. Miker the Biker