Wallace the Brave by Will Henry for January 05, 2022

The tube made it through, too.

Call for Bactine!

Oh god…

ooch, eech, ouch!

There will be (is?) blood.

Apparently, so did the Seagull.

Strange. I thought seagulls were smarter than that. (Well, this one, anyway.)

That seagull is now thinking about his choice of friends.

Amelia: “………….. why?”

Barely and with some regrets.

That is one tough tube!

And Spud managed to rescue Wallace’s dino hat…

SO, how did Spud get through the briar patch?

I don’t think Wallace is in a celebratory mood…

Laugh out loud on this one. I scared the cat. :D

You smoked it Wallace.

I have four younger brothers, don’t know how any boys make it to adulthood!

And didn’t puncture the tube?

Kudos! From henceforth we christen thee: Bre’r Rabbit

Most of me did.

Back to the top and do it again of course.

Too young to have said “Hold my beer and watch this.”

Just enough change in the clouds for them to look like they would in real life.

Back in my boy scout days, we were staying at a place with a sledding hill, and they had inner tubes (comfortable ride, but kind of slow) or slip-n-slides (basically a sheet of thick, roll-up plastic, fast but very uncomfortable on the icy slope). I’m standing on the top of the hill and I had the bright idea of putting an inner tube on top of a slip-n-slide.

Holy $#!+

I went down that hill so fast I completely overshot the run-out zone, into the woods and bounced around among some maple trees like a pinball in the power bumpers. Oh, and did I mention the raspberry brambles that were in among the trees? The rest of my scout troop watched me stagger out of the trees in slack jawed amazement, and then almost in unison said “Cool, I wanna try that!” A moment later, – zoom – there they go. We all went home that day looking like refugees. In retrospect, we were all damn lucky we didn’t get hurt beyond some scratches and pokes from the raspberries..

911 anyone?…….

That gull is one loyal friend.

So did the seagull, no worse for wear. :P

The comics on the front page lets gooo

Come on Wallace, you should have thrown yourself over the poor seagull (poor, scratched up Jonathan, shame on you!) and protected your friend!

Aw, poor kid. Time for two dozen little bandaids.

“Boys! [snort of derision]”

I’m giddy these days: the man with a mulcher spent the day. After years of neglect, part of the property formerly engulfed in giant predatory rosebushes is now covered in stubble. Hello sunshine.

Same thing happens to me on my lawnmower. We have 13 acres and sometimes the trails get a bit…overgrown.