Over time the story became somewhat cloudy and muddled (sometimes it wasn’t a squirrel, but a rat), but the smith ever after maintained that it was the most stunning revelation he’d ever had. “If that vermin hadn’t decided to relax on the sun-warmed hull of my latest creation,” he told his chair (he was pushing 80), “I’d never have realized what I’d been missing all these years.”
And medieval war-fashion was never the same.
The monster from the forest came.
His eyes were dark and shone
With gleeful radiance to claim
What once had been Bob’s home.
The city slept uknowing of
The beast which toward it sped,
And only Bob saw it and ran,
So only Bob’s not dead.
So anyway, here’s a quick concept sketch based on the first post I made. The plan is to mature it into a qualified Super Blog Header at some point. Then you shall witness the firepower of this fully armed and operational blog!
Or something.