A comic about life, love, death, and rocking chairs, in about three colors.
successfully retrieved thewayward frisbee from afenced-in field designatedfor miniature dogs andwaddling children, scalesthe chain-link fence and,feet safely aground,discovers his pants havefallen. ur protagonist, having

The Emperor’s Clothes


I’ve been caught with my pants down before. I even own several pairs of pants worn clear through. If anything, not being pantless at the dog park makes one the minority.

What’s strange, though, is I had eaten twice my weight in shepherd’s pie just hours prior. My stomach should have been bloated enough to maintain proper pants-on position.

Oh well.

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