GO HETTY! Show that deer who is the boss! I love this couple of siblings♡. Lottie seems scared, but she’s still able to help Steg and take the Urn. She’s great!
Why did this ungulate-wrestling superwoman need to carry a cane in the first place? If anything, she seems like the extreme opposite of disabled. Was it just for show?
A cane or walking stick can be very useful for traversing difficult terrain, even for able-bodied people. And it’s entirely possible for someone to be in amazing shape in most ways, and still have some physical weakness, handicap, or disadvantage.
There would be more of these poses if I was able to think up more stories that could use them. I sometimes wish I could draw other people’s scripts for a while just to try out some new shapes.
I’ve had a close encounter with an adult male Roosevelt Elk alone in the woods before. The Roosevelt Elk is a relative of the Scottish Red Deer but… larger. We don’t call them “stags.”
We call them bulls. For good reason.
Not many things in the wilderness scare me, but an unexpected bull elk is one of them. That thing was as tall as I am at the withers, and its antlers were taller than Lottie. o.O
Well, that escalated vertiginously. As slapstick, once embarked upon, must continually top itself, I surmise that the RAF is going to mistake the stag for a ballistic missile and scramble fighters, before it lands in the North Sea, clipping the corner of an oil rig.
Głň is well out of it, isn’t he? He’ll see Lottie on the evening news and become extremely confused about his True Feelings (which is, or are, yet another category of slapstick).
This is the best. Lottie is… there… while other people showcase their best selves. Very good mystery protagonist.
I AM THE FIRST COMMENTER. Praise my terrible sleep schedule.
PRAISE!
GO HETTY! Show that deer who is the boss! I love this couple of siblings♡. Lottie seems scared, but she’s still able to help Steg and take the Urn. She’s great!
I hope Hetty suplexes the stag.
Why did this ungulate-wrestling superwoman need to carry a cane in the first place? If anything, she seems like the extreme opposite of disabled. Was it just for show?
A cane or walking stick can be very useful for traversing difficult terrain, even for able-bodied people. And it’s entirely possible for someone to be in amazing shape in most ways, and still have some physical weakness, handicap, or disadvantage.
That’s how it is for me. Honestly I need to get a cane for the bad days. Old injury, my ankle only really properly works about 70% of the time.
You said it: she only carries it, she doesn’t actually lean on it. It is for pointing and prodding and generally looking the part on the moor.
Anyone in a family like that would have a nice walking stick!
Not spraining an ankle is a key element of being an ungulate-wrestling superwoman.
Never-before-seen poses! Action the likes of which you’ve never seen outside of Steeple before! ANYTHING CAN HAPPEN!
That is a beautifully rendered stag in frame one, John. It sells both the tromping and the barging.
Hetty’s pose is straight out of Jack Kirby’s repertoire.
IT’S CLOBBERIN’ TIME!
There would be more of these poses if I was able to think up more stories that could use them. I sometimes wish I could draw other people’s scripts for a while just to try out some new shapes.
And you can! Any time you want to!
Billie, Maggie and Rev. Penrose investigate a cheerfully sinister yoga studio that appears overnigh—… naaah.
I already wrote this one – Yoga She Writes! Abandoned because the solution involved slipping on an unguent and I felt it did not pass muster.
When you can’t do unguent, do ungulate.
Sounds like a missed opportunity to have Maggie undulate.
(I hope this comment doesn’t earn any undue hate, but what’s posted is posted… you can’t undo late.)
I actually wish you’d draw everyone’s scripts.
Lottie’s face in the last panel is a thing of beauty and a joy forever!
OOOH IS HETTY a Number 8 Rugby player???
Loose-head prop, with a phantom hooker, from the pose.
I’ve had a close encounter with an adult male Roosevelt Elk alone in the woods before. The Roosevelt Elk is a relative of the Scottish Red Deer but… larger. We don’t call them “stags.”
We call them bulls. For good reason.
Not many things in the wilderness scare me, but an unexpected bull elk is one of them. That thing was as tall as I am at the withers, and its antlers were taller than Lottie. o.O
If Hetty had been present at Balmoral Castle in that one episode of The Crown, that stag would’ve been down within minutes of it being sighted.
Well, that escalated vertiginously. As slapstick, once embarked upon, must continually top itself, I surmise that the RAF is going to mistake the stag for a ballistic missile and scramble fighters, before it lands in the North Sea, clipping the corner of an oil rig.
I knew my responsibilities when working on this sequence and I can only hope the audience will be satisfied.
Wherever you lead us, we shall follow.
Głň is well out of it, isn’t he? He’ll see Lottie on the evening news and become extremely confused about his True Feelings (which is, or are, yet another category of slapstick).
I AM YOUR MUM AND I AM ABOUT TO TAKE YOU TO SCHOOL IN THE LAND ROVER OF PAIN.
Say it.
well, that answers that question. Definitely not a patronus/spirit of their father wishing them well upon the moor!
Still could be and aggressively tough loving them into happiness. Beatings will continue until moral improves!
“theater of pain” It don’t get better than that.
Interesting view from the Stag Cam in that last panel.
Excellent tromp l’oeil in this one