And so our hero sets out on new adventures in other places.
There’s no telling when we’ll get to swing back around to his doings.
But as the comic strip is named for him, I suspect it won’t be, like, forever.
And so our hero sets out on new adventures in other places.
There’s no telling when we’ll get to swing back around to his doings.
But as the comic strip is named for him, I suspect it won’t be, like, forever.
Stress is plentiful. There’s more than enough for everyone, and many of us have more than our fair share.
So it’s right that someone, somewhere, has none. It’s gotta average out somehow. One day, the person whose turn it is to be totally stress free-will then get stressed anyway. And that, my friends, is the beginning of the end.
And if that last stress-free soul is a raccoon, well sirs and madams, we were really, really overstressed.
Poor Hubris! All retired from day-to-day working and already can’t tell what day it might be.
‘Cause, y’know, it’s important to know what day it is when you’re hanging out in the woods with furry friends.
Or was that ‘season’ it is?
I can’t remember.
So, if you found yourself in the woods, thinking you’ve been having an in-depth conversation with raccoons who rode their tricycle into the woods and caught you a fish for dinner…
I mean, I’d hopefully start wondering if I could work out from empirical evidence if I were, in fact, stroking out or hallucinating mightily.
On the other hand, we should hang on to the fever dream… how else are we gonna have a fish to eat?
Is there any reason for Raleigh to know Hubris’ name? Really? No, there’s not a REASON… in that it’s not reasonable to thing that Raleigh cares.
And it’s not reasonable to think of him (or her, how would we know?) as Raleigh, ’cause that’s clearly not the sound that was made when Hubris asked.
And… was Hubris really ASKING? That seem weird to you?
Hubris has always been an essentially upbeat guy. All that gloom and doom stuff he was saying was bound to be momentary.
See there? No broken bones and fresh fish! Find the frying pan, and the world is all good again!
Marco and his cohort are so helpful and accommodating!
No reason to leave Hubris’ bike way up in that tree when it could be down there with the guy himself.
That’s simple logic.
Oh, those logical beasts and how they must love to be with Hubris.
How many tricycles can there be in those tree branches, do you suppose? I think Marco was just being hard to get along with.
The raccoons just need to make sure he’s not dead or anything.
I mean, no sense climbing down there to rescue him if he’s dead, right?
And so, Hubris Embarks on his way, solitary. Alone. By himself.
Except for the raccoons. Who knows why they do anything they do.
Weirdos, they are.
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