the artist's box
chapter 4 : Shattering Dawn
i was low on rant fodder for today, so i am going to take a trip to the field. the field of the rants.
now, we only have free range fodder in this strip, one of our more humanitarian moves i might say. the fodder is lovingly bathed every day in buttermilk, giving its coat a healthy sheen under the cold, calm lights of the comic reader's rant-reading eyes. they are given the very finest in rant food, both to know what their place in life shall be, and to give them strange birth defects so that they cannot rise in an army-like fashion and destroy us all. from there, they are harvested, dried, and packaged in easy to swallow dosages, and the savings is passed on to you!
so yeah. fields.