Did anyone submit a request…

…to be let in on Mark and Cherry’s private dialogue?  Let’s hope this isn’t a long drive otherwise I am not sure I can take it.  Although one might use ‘although’ when writing, it’s hardly ever used in the spoken form, Mark…  sort of like Notwithstanding…  And are we talking ‘tree farm’ or a stand of timber??  I am have difficulty locking in on what we should expect to see once we get to Wally-World…

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And what’s with the dragonfly turned locust?  The former has fixed wings that don’t fold back… With red eyes straight of the belly of the underworld!!

And trees take how long to grow to maturity??

I meant to mention this yesterday, but if Ol’ Wally Wood is growing hardwoods, he might get a cutting in once or maybe twice in a lifetime…  Unless he inherited a stand of mature oak, and is replacing as he goes with sound forest management practices,  Susan may be waiting for a long time to get a ring on her finger…

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…because Cherry is becoming ever so tiresome on the same topic:  and I quote “Are they ever going to get married?”  Oh please, enough with that…

So long, Rusty…  hope you savored the one line you were allowed before you went back into your cage…

Oh, I get it…

Wallace “Wally” Wood owns and runs a tree farm where he cuts and sells lumber.  And Yes, Mark, apparently you have already informed Cherry of this acquaintance and what he is up to…  And Cherry is also aware of how well he is doing with his lumber enterprise… much better than her free-loading, sometimes-writer husband…

Wally Wood.  That’s almost as clever as Rod Bassy….

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As we see Mark and Cherry make ready, carrying duffel and satchel respectively, it appears that this is going to be an overnight trip, at least… I hope that Cherry has enough room in her suitcase for her corsets, judging from her waistline, she will need them.

But what’s in panel three?  Why it’s none other than Bo the Beaver giving us the stink-eye…  I can see where he and Wally are soon going to clash…

Nope, he’s still getting the milk for free…

What’s with all the shacking up in the Trailverse??  Mark called Lost Forest “home” long before he put a ring on Cherry’s finger.

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Wallace Wood.  There’s a “solid” name for you…

That last gesture by Mark, the finger on the tip of Cherry’s nose, is so cloying and sweet I’ll soon be calling for an insulin shot… geeesh…

And I needn’t remind long time readers of Mark Trail – that there have been more public and private displays of affection in the last 3 or 4 months than in the entire 50 year history of the strip.  But life must be grand for these two… other than getting shot at, blown up, tied up, or placed in danger by Editor Bill Ellis, they really are living the dream aren’t they??

The Definition of Prostrate

And no, it’s not what Archie Bunker thought it was- that which lives down below his “privates…”  but rather:

“Lying stretched out on the ground with one’s face downward.  synonyms:  prone, lying flat, lying down, stretched out, spread-eagled, sprawling, horizontal, recumbent; rare:  procumbent; the prostrate figure on the ground

Which is what Beaver, Young is currently doing on the rock in the middle of the pool…

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Poor Bo… had to evade his first predator.  Meanwhile the Lynx (Bobcat, whatever) is thinking to himself, “Boy, if I just hadn’t given myself away, I might be noshing on beaver right now…”  Oh, well, better luck next time, silly cat.

Lynx, Bobcat… Tomato, Tomahto…

Such action!  As the young beaver (what? no name??  Let’s call him Beauregard… “Bo” for short) makes tracks and looks for water, we are left to wonder if and when humans will return to the story…  From my seat, they are a lot more fun to riff on, and this whole nature thing is getting too many column inches.

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Where can we be going with all this?  Has to be trapping.  While Bo can probably escape his natural enemy, the apex predator, he soon may find himself with his foot caught in a trap, victim of an anachronistic pastime that helped establish trading routes in the North American Continent…

Young Beaver, meet hungry Bobcat

Or at least I assume the cat is hungry, what with the way it gives away its position by announcing itself!  Might as well put a collar with a bell on its neck! Looks a bit cross-eyed, too, which certainly can’t help… sort of like Clarence the cross eyed lion from Daktari– always seeing two of everything…

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And what on earth is the little beaver doing on high ground?  Get to the water, little guy…  stat!