(""D" IS FOR DISASTER" is a story based on this little illustration that I made a couple years back.
Is my illustration sexy ?
NO, OF COURSE IT'S NOT !!
There's nothing sexy about balloon animals coming to life and threatening ours. There is however something very enjoyable in the thought of it though.
So without further ado...)
"D" IS FOR DISASTER
"After the balloon animals came to life there was nowhere for people to hide. Tiny balloon animals would crawl into the teaniest-tiniest nooks that survivors of the massacre tried to hide in," as he told the tale in a hushed voice, his hands strangled the straight lines of the balloons together into twisted new forms.
The circle of children listened carefully as the balloon monsters squeaked into being.
"All in the hopes of turning us into balloons," as he said this he fell back, ducked his head into his jacket and released a helium balloon version of his head that floated to the ceiling.
The children cheered at the story-teller's fate.
And with one more success under his belt, the story-teller's ego inflated once again to almost bursting proportions.