I Wish it were Different!...

... growled the sqaure-head eyes-on-tentacle wombat creature with a tail thing. The capitalists had tied his 10-metre body up to a bourgeois's automobile. When the bourge floored the gas, ol' square-head had no choice but to sprint ahead of the car, as to not get bumpered in the Achilles tendons.

It was a travesty what they had done to him. He prickled with rage, thinking of his old life cuddling in caves and eating fish. Sensing that his expoitation potential had not been fulfilled, a promising industrialist named Swan had hooked a mini iced cream stand up to his tail. The five thousands of kilogrammes of ice cream weighed down on his spiked tail, as well as his spiked heart.

Flying children flew after Squarey and the attached auto and the attached iced cream enterprise in a giddy attempt to purchase their various iced creams and treats! Most failed and flew under the tires. Squish!!!

Allie drew all of this on my thigh today. As the level of detail increased, she got all up in the scandelous upper thigh region, which I then had to reveal to the proletariat later.