Issue 7, Page 28
Transcript
1: Later, the sparrow Francis rides his horse across the desert landscape to a distant fence gate, waiting there is an woodpecker woman on a horse.
Woman: Well?
Francis: I don’t think anyone will ever believe him.
I’ve seen wilder stories go a lot farther than his will, it will be easy to keep his account out of the papers.
2: The two talk: the sunset behind them, the sky painted in orange and purple.
Francis: But, everything Jocelyn said about him was true, if he is to be believed at all. We may have more allies than we thought.
3: With a flash, the disguises are gone, and both are revealed to be bugs. They turn their horses away as they start to ride.
Woman: So, do you think we can trust him?
Francis: About as far as anyone on this planet. If the time comes, I believe he is our man.
4: The two ride off into the horizon. Francis is recoiling away from the woman’s horse as it snorts at him.
I hope your sunsets don’t go underappreciated. It reminds me of how fantastical the West seemed back then, with “unreal” geography and surreal weather.
awefullly confident to be droopping your disguise in public like that