
Finnian was a mouse with a nose for trouble. This time it was a doozy!
Luckily, his brother Sylvester was there to fish him out of his predicament.

Pretty gruesome text but beware, that’s the way of the Mummy!
Below is my Miranda Mummy. To read the poem that goes with her click the link below.
http://www.robertabaird.com/blog/index.php/2008/10/10/illustration-friday-string
Pages 23 and 24 of the Sketchbook Project 2011
He returned to the house where his chair used to sit,
But the house was locked up and his key didn’t fit.

So he sat drinking tea wondering what he should do…
“I guess I’ll go back to room 142.”
Fresh out of the sketch book… ready to clean up and put some color to it! Interplanetary marbles!

The children soon took notice that Father’s not all there.
So they packed away the memories and gave away the chair…

In a dimly lighted room, In a scruffy beat up chair,
Orin sat amongst the memories…. and wished that she was there.
stay tuned…..
A book is like a garden carried in the pocket. ~Chinese Proverb
