“How Mirka Got Her Sword,” page 51
I had this page in mind for soooo many years before I finally drew it.
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Bet she’s grateful Fruma forced her to hone her debating skills now!
Bet she’s grateful Fruma forced her to hone her debating skills now!
Looks like the sun’s coming up in just a moment there – perhaps further debating isn’t going to be necessary.
Looks like the sun’s coming up in just a moment there – perhaps further debating isn’t going to be necessary.
Here comes the sun.. du-du-dum-dum
dawn is breaking – all the arguing is giving her a little more time ^^
Here comes the sun.. du-du-dum-dum
dawn is breaking – all the arguing is giving her a little more time ^^
I love the way her expressions and poses in panel 2 echo Fruma’s expressions and poses earlier in the story.
Though I must say that Mirka’s arguments and rhetorical style suggest that she spends way too much of her time reading and commenting on political blogs…
I love the way her expressions and poses in panel 2 echo Fruma’s expressions and poses earlier in the story.
Though I must say that Mirka’s arguments and rhetorical style suggest that she spends way too much of her time reading and commenting on political blogs…
Looks like the sun’s coming up in just a moment there – perhaps further debating isn’t going to be necessary.
Are you sure that this troll fears the sun? It did suggest knitting until just before sunrise…and was presumably planning to leave enough time to prepare and eat a good meal of unwary adventurer. Maybe the troll just has to be in bed by noon.
Looks like the sun’s coming up in just a moment there – perhaps further debating isn’t going to be necessary.
Are you sure that this troll fears the sun? It did suggest knitting until just before sunrise…and was presumably planning to leave enough time to prepare and eat a good meal of unwary adventurer. Maybe the troll just has to be in bed by noon.
A teenaged troll? And look, there’s his man-bag!
I love the second to last panel. “But – no, that’s not – what?” Hee hee hee.
A teenaged troll? And look, there’s his man-bag!
I love the second to last panel. “But – no, that’s not – what?” Hee hee hee.
‘We will not hit each other with bats”, said the troll, “We will fight the noble way. With these’.
He held out two ancient-looking quill pens, pots of ink, and several scraps of what looked like hemp based parchment.
‘Constitutional amendments’, it added, ‘Best one wins’.
The moment Sarkah took hold of the pen, she felt herself falling away from reality. No ground, no sky, only paper, writing, the scratching of the nib. Dip, shake, blot, scibe. The words flew onto the page. Sarkah’s fingers were quick as a hawk after a rat. Even as she wrote, she fantasized about winning, the monsters she would slay. But then a terrible thought occurred to her. What if the Government were to try to take away her sword?
‘Times up’, said the troll. ‘I have written a very good amendment. It reads as follows: “Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the government for a redress of grievances.”‘.
Sarkah looked at her own effort, and realised to her horror that it made no logical or grammatical sense and had altogether too many commas:
“A well regulated militia, being necessary to the security of a free state, the right of the people to keep and bear arms, its got to be all about job creation too, healthcare reform and reducing taxes, it’s part of that, shall not be infringed.”
‘We will not hit each other with bats”, said the troll, “We will fight the noble way. With these’.
He held out two ancient-looking quill pens, pots of ink, and several scraps of what looked like hemp based parchment.
‘Constitutional amendments’, it added, ‘Best one wins’.
The moment Sarkah took hold of the pen, she felt herself falling away from reality. No ground, no sky, only paper, writing, the scratching of the nib. Dip, shake, blot, scibe. The words flew onto the page. Sarkah’s fingers were quick as a hawk after a rat. Even as she wrote, she fantasized about winning, the monsters she would slay. But then a terrible thought occurred to her. What if the Government were to try to take away her sword?
‘Times up’, said the troll. ‘I have written a very good amendment. It reads as follows: “Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the government for a redress of grievances.”‘.
Sarkah looked at her own effort, and realised to her horror that it made no logical or grammatical sense and had altogether too many commas:
“A well regulated militia, being necessary to the security of a free state, the right of the people to keep and bear arms, its got to be all about job creation too, healthcare reform and reducing taxes, it’s part of that, shall not be infringed.”
… How do we know the sun will actually kill the troll? hehe… I’m in agreement with Dianne. Fruma didn’t say that the sun was the only way. She actually mention several. Perhaps he likes to eat his breakfast at dawn.
… How do we know the sun will actually kill the troll? hehe… I’m in agreement with Dianne. Fruma didn’t say that the sun was the only way. She actually mention several. Perhaps he likes to eat his breakfast at dawn.
Daran, that totally and completely cracked me up!
Daran, that totally and completely cracked me up!