The Lil' Miesters by Thomas Barnett

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  1. Tame

    Tame said, 12 months ago

    Packed away and forgotten.

  2. Brian Ponshock

    Brian Ponshock GoComics PRO Member said, 12 months ago

    I think I’m gonna cry!

  3. Tim Thayer

    Tim Thayer GoComics PRO Member said, 12 months ago

    Must be based on real life…Some mornings I go downstairs and open the closet door for a jacket and my cat walks – it doesn’t seem to bother her – she just nonchalantly walks out – “no big deal, just spent 10 hours in a closet…”

  4. Thomas Barnett

    Thomas Barnett said, 12 months ago

    @Tame

    Not forgotten just yet

  5. Thomas Barnett

    Thomas Barnett said, 12 months ago

    @Brian Ponshock

    Chin up…. no one dies in my strip!

  6. Thomas Barnett

    Thomas Barnett said, 12 months ago

    @Tim Thayer

    That’s what I love about cats…. even when they do something dumb, they act like they meant to do it!

  7. Comic Minister

    Comic Minister said, 12 months ago

    And so the story continues with Bean trapped in a container.

  8. DoodleDaysComics

    DoodleDaysComics GoComics PRO Member said, 12 months ago

    THE MISTLETOE BOUGH by Thomas Haynes Bayly

    The mistletoe hung in the castle hall,
    The holly branch shone on the old oak wall;
    And the baron’s retainers were blithe and gay,
    And keeping their Christmas holiday.
    The baron beheld with a father’s pride
    His beautiful child, young Lovell’s bride;
    While she with her bright eyes seemed to be
    The star of the goodly company.
    Oh, the mistletoe bough.
    Oh, the mistletoe bough.

    “I’m weary of dancing now,” she cried;
    “Here, tarry a moment — I’ll hide, I’ll hide!
    And, Lovell, be sure thou’rt first to trace
    The clew to my secret lurking-place.”
    Away she ran — and her friends began
    Each tower to search, and each nook to scan;
    And young Lovell cried, “O, where dost thou hide?
    I’m lonesome without thee, my own dear bride.”
    Oh, the mistletoe bough.
    Oh, the mistletoe bough.

    They sought her that night, and they sought her next day,
    And they sought her in vain while a week passed away;
    In the highest, the lowest, the loneliest spot,
    Young Lovell sought wildly — but found her not.
    And years flew by, and their grief at last
    Was told as a sorrowful tale long past;
    And when Lovell appeared the children cried,
    “See! the old man weeps for his fairy bride.”
    Oh, the mistletoe bough.
    Oh, the mistletoe bough.

    At length an oak chest, that had long lain hid,
    Was found in the castle — they raised the lid,
    And a skeleton form lay mouldering there
    In the bridal wreath of that lady fair!
    O, sad was her fate! — in sportive jest
    She hid from her lord in the old oak chest.
    It closed with a spring! — and, dreadful doom,
    The bride lay clasped in her living tomb!
    Oh, the mistletoe bough.
    Oh, the mistletoe bough.

  9. DoodleDaysComics

    DoodleDaysComics GoComics PRO Member said, 12 months ago

    And on that happy note, Happy New Year, Thomas! :)

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