Mount Adams, Washington, by Scott Smorra
Flower field in carlsbad #3
THE LIONESS HAS REJOINED HER CUB
AND ALL IS RIGHT IN THE JUNGLE
Who the hell’d I be if I passed up mac ‘n’ cheese from you?
I’d be a jerk.
I’d love to come and mooch off of you, Alexei. Heh.
*When he comes by, there’s a table set with a nice big helping of Kraft’s golden bounty, jiggly green dessert that there’s always room for, and a nice salad of lettuce, carrots, cucumber, and tomato, freshly picked by a tiny adorable kid.*
Is good to see you. Tings are settled now, I tink. Calmer. Can feel in bones.
*He smiles. Giant man intuition.*
…all is well.