Pale with shock: #013

Chummy figures out both drum sticks and marinades.

Murky waters: #012

Sudsie! What a thing to say. I just hope Chummy didn’t hear.

Buckets of Paint: #011

Syd draws cartoons: #010

Better late than never: #009

After two days of nothing, Syd finally delivers his first batch of cartoons.

Draw and run: 08

Mystery solved! It’s Sudsie!

Editorial woes: 07

Who drew Chummy? #06

No thumbs: 05

Sydney the new cartoonist: 04

It gets worse: #03

Just useless

Out in the cold

They’ve all gone! SGV 017

Where’s everyone gone?

Someone’s never been happier: SGV 016

J gave me the boot. Sydney’s AWOL. Chummy’s scarpered. And a new cartoonist (from Canada) starts in a fortnight, right after quarantine. All that J will say is ‘don’t alter your settings’.

The end of an error? SGV 015

The boot, she gave me the boot. Chummy never fronted. I said you can’t do this, she said watch me.

Chummy and I front up: SGV 014

Vacancy? Cartoonist? What a hoot! And she missed out the ‘n’. I’ll give her a ribbing about that once Chummy has fessed up to the whopper. That sign will be gone before lunch. Now, you go in first Chummy.

It’s the putting right that counts: SGV 013

Chummy is very sorry for telling J a shopper. She is determined to put things right. We’re going to tell J together. Chummys a brave wee thing at heart.

Hens don’t crow! SGV 012

Chummy did say ‘that’s a dopey hair do’! Hens don’t crow! Chummy told a whopper and I’m the one being punished.

Maybe a hair cut will help: SGV 011

J’s as grumpy as all get out. Chummy just bangs on. It’s a series of disasters connected by misfortunes. Maybe a haircut will clear my head.

Under the bus: SGV 010

Chummy’s off the hook. Nothing but a clucker from way back. Me though? I am firmly wedged under the bus. Publish and perish, didn’t think of that!!

The bus is on its way: SGV 009

Chummy says she said ‘cock-a-doodle-doo’ not ‘what a dopey hair do’. And she reckons I said ‘publish or perish’. Talk about chucking me under the bus!

Summoned to a meeting: SGV 008

Chummy asked me to come with her. No idea what it is about.

Going rogue: SGV 007

Publish or perish. Chummy and I agreed that J is an editor, not a censor

Red-carded: SV 006

Still not published: SGV 005

Nothing’s appeared yet . . .

Red-penned: SGV 004

Chummy is imaginary: SGV 003

What a nightmare. Chummy the chook doesn’t want to be chicken tonight. I said it wouldn’t happen because she is imaginary, as in not real. Chummy is very confused.

Exploding phone? SGV 002

Forget 60, it’s gone to 81. I read that if it gets to 100 the phone explodes. Where’s Syd? He’d know what to do. J’s no use, just keeps muttering we are having chicken tonight.

Syd’s gone viral: SGV 001

Sixty, can you believe 60. Syd’s gon viral and he’s hopped off somewhere. What a calamity.

Gone but not forgotten: SS015

Syd’s gone. J and I are very worried. We can only hope for the best. It is so difficult to imagine life without him.

Syd’s hopped it: SS014

Revolting chooks & editors: SS013

Chooked: SS012

Oh no! Syd’s been chooked!

Disgruntled chooks: SS011

A snitcher: SS010

Syd’s got a snitcher with the chooks.

Chooks: SS009

Chooks stride and strut? Horrors!

Still confused: SS008

After hours of instruction, the sparrows remain as confused as ever.

Losing heads: SS007

I hope J doesn’t see this. I am not following Syd. No idea who the heck is following me. We seem to have lost our heads.

Confused: SS006

The sparrows are very confused. They just don’t get stride and strut.

Time to unimagine: SS005

The sooner you unimagine that bird the better. He can’t spell. Nothing but trouble and strife.

Fiddlesticks: SS004

Fiddlesticks. Thinks he’s superior, all because Red Beaks don’t hop. Says they stride and strut. And the fool can’t spell. Just fiddlesticks.

Red Beaks superior? SS003

Red Beaks are superior because they stride and strut, not hop like sparrows.

Shouting, shouting: SS002

Shouting at everyone: ‘Stride and strut, stride and strut’.

A bee in the bonnet: SS001

Syd’s got a bee in his bonnet. I wonder if he’s running a temperature.

Announcement 2

Announcement

Fringe theatre 07: SMS #86

SMS86 #2 Mark my words — For the sake of peace and quiet I am helping Syd mark J’s words. I hope Syd learns a lesson from this. He is truly the author of unimaginable trouble and strife.

Fringe theatre 06: SMS #85

SMS85#2 Stupid bird is back — After a huge row I managed to settle things down. J said she would put the catapult back in the cupboard provided Syd marked her words. I said I would ensure he complied.

Fringe theatre 05: SMS #84

SMS84#2 Slingshot — Typical, stupid bird. J’s looking for him and I am desperately trying to unimagine him. If I can banish Syd from my mind then maybe the catapult will follow.

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