22.1.14

XCII: Menagerie

Words are hardly required for most of this.











Sky Ride. We're safe in her bag.

Dipper, though not so big. Still safe in her bag.



The henchman had me . . .

. . . but I was soon, er, safe(?) again. Not in her bag.
(John is in her lap. He likes that kind of thing.)





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