A lot of the old, grizzled dudes I draw have awesome facial hair. See the “mustache” tag for evidence. But the guy in this doodle, drawn during a Dr. Arthur L. Ranney project writing and reporting class in 2007, has no need for a beard. Check out those eyebrows! Those would more accurately be described as eyewhiskers.
We’re in the midst of the holiday season, which means the turkey murder rate is skyrocketing. Lucky for fowl farmers everywhere, the pirate turkey (piratus turkus) isn’t as prevalent as it was in our not-too-distant past.
To kick off year two of Doodleronomy, here is a doodle from the newspaper where I work, the first of its kind on the site. (Bosses: I have never doodled less at a job, I swear it.)
Today’s story is built on personal experience as a nerd. Considering that you, dear reader, also are probably a nerd, you might be able to relate.
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It was the first day of school, and Grass-fed was ready.
Sweater vest lint free? Check. Slacks perfectly flat? Affirmative. Hoofs evenly trimmed? You bet.
This year was going to be different for ol’ Grass-fed. The new feedlot offered him a fresh start. Soon, the heifers would want him. The bulls would want to be him. Things were going to be great. He trotted into the stockyard toward his destiny.