Too bad the flower doesn’t have a mirror handy.
Sooner or later someone good looking will come along. I mean someone like anteater, dino, Wiley or Jane.
Rock rocks. Flower withers.
Taking the rock for granite already.
Ironic, I remember my high school physics teacher saying that black and white aren’t true colors because they aren’t in a rainbow. If only I had seen this comic in ’64 I could have proved him wrong!
Dirt is the flower’s food. What’s it complaining about?
Its all about perspective. The rock sees color and smells the flower. The flower sees nothing but a grey rock and dirt. Each only sees the other from their perspective.
Says a lot about people too.
Another way of expressing the glass half empty, glass half full idea.
Without the rocks there’d be no dirt, and without the dirt there’d be no flowers.
A matter of perspective….
Sun came out the other day
Through those dusty clouds
And in my mind I was a child
And it felt good!
Ain’t life grand
- Nance / Bell / Schools / Houser / Ortiz / Herman
Mick & Mason Mastroianni
Parker and Hart