Frost: *pauses in midst of art to laugh* I'm sorry. I'm just picturing this wolf like holding a pen between his teeth, "DEAR JIM!"
Reg: No no. *has to pause for laughter* No, Jim was the name of the wolf.
Frost: Wait, so he was writing to himself?!
Reg: *can't speak, laughing too hard, manages to nod*
[Insert break for raucous laughter here]
Frost: What does a wolf have to take notes about? "DEAR JIM, YOU BURIED BONES UNDER TREE! DEAR JIM, SQUIRREL MEAT GIVES YOU INDIGESTION!"
Reg: *still dying laughing, makes frantic motions for scrap paper*
Frost: WHAT?!
Reg: *barely manages through laughter* Paper!
Frost: *hands her test paper from earlier*
Reg: *comes up with this glory*
Frost: *laughs so hard she starts crying* SQUIRREL BEAN JUICE
We clearly need sleep.
16 / 24 comics. 67% done!