This is based on an actual place near to me and dear to my heart . . . Alas, the real place went under not too long ago, and I miss it very much. Mayhap this could be considered a wee bitty-bittle homage. Probably not. Poo, whatever, I can dream, can I not?
Funny, I just got in from going out to lunch with mum and dad in the historic district. We were in the car and I passed the very corner that drawing was based on . . . And I sort of tittered to myself in a somewhat sinister, but mostly moronic way.
Page four! YEY!
Something like this actually happened to my parents a long time back . . .
They were driving down a long stretch of highway and all of a sudden, it began to snow. The odd bit is, it was the middle of summer. As they observed the delicate white flakes falling gently from the cloudless and sunlit sky, my mother and father wondered what on earth this was . . . A sign from God? Global warming? Perhaps a combination of the two?
. . . And then they saw the lorry which had gone off the road and toppled into a ditch. It was a Perdue truck, and the chickens, now free of their cages, were wandering about the highway, being smacked, smashed and dashed to the road by the traffic, sending sprays of white feathers up into the air.
Lovely imagery that is, eh?
Squirrels. Never a good sign, if you ask me.
Oh ho ho ho . . . One panel for one page. I just suck like that, don’t I?
Yes, F. Yes, you do.
HOLY POO, HAVE I DONE IT?!
. . . Good gravy. As I was saying before, whilst ComicPress was sucking Eiffel Tower-sized anatomy . . . But. But. But. Things are uploading. No error messages about parseltongue or whatever. I don’t even know what I DID, but but but . . . PRAISE BE. Oh Lord, I think I need to go eat some chocolate . . .
. . . Er, yes. So! First page! It’s online! I’m excited! And I KNOW you are as well 
In the quiet words of George a la BlackAdder Goes Forth . . .
“WELL HUZZAH AND HURRAH!”
Happy new year, people ^__^