The littlest zombie woke up alone
He was out in the cold, he was not at home
No mother or father, no friends nearby
The littlest zombie felt sad, he began to cry
This is the first stanza to a poem/story that I would like to finish and illustrate this year. It's about a little zombie named Timmy who gets separated from his family. He meets a Scottish Terrier named Woofus and they take a cross country trek to get Timmy back home to his family in time for Christmas.
that sounds really interesting, i cant wait to see more progress on the illustrations and story! :)
ReplyDeleteThanks! I'll try to post an update this week :)
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