End-of-Summer Triptych.
Sometimes, it seems, the gargoyles really are just for decoration...
Hugo's Meditation Upon the Shears
(I believe he's working on some words to accompany this, as I heard him muttering something or other about berries, blades, and not-so-mellow fruitfulness earlier... Sorry, sport, but it was like an effing jungle out there. I may have made some birds temporarily homeless, too. *Guilt, guilt.* Still, at least now they might stop crapping on Stan's head.)
"I don't feel very decorative. What are you on about? And why are you sweating like a pig? Go and have a bath. Or at least wash that blood off your hands, you...plant murderer, you! They have thorns for a reason, you know!"
Oh, shut up. You're just jealous because the ivy's getting the better of you, and you don't have the limbs to cope with it!
Hugo's Meditation Upon the Shears
(I believe he's working on some words to accompany this, as I heard him muttering something or other about berries, blades, and not-so-mellow fruitfulness earlier... Sorry, sport, but it was like an effing jungle out there. I may have made some birds temporarily homeless, too. *Guilt, guilt.* Still, at least now they might stop crapping on Stan's head.)
"I don't feel very decorative. What are you on about? And why are you sweating like a pig? Go and have a bath. Or at least wash that blood off your hands, you...plant murderer, you! They have thorns for a reason, you know!"
Oh, shut up. You're just jealous because the ivy's getting the better of you, and you don't have the limbs to cope with it!