So Dawn goes to the Santa Royale Galleria, buys underwear, and runs into a stranger. And then things get stranger.
Hey, at least this is a diversion from what promises to be an insipid plot (apol0gies in advance to M. Trail).
…with all the little animals rallying to his side. Except Snow White doesn’t have the Fists of Justice, like Mark has. I think
Unfortunately, some species just aren’t the trustworthy type (they really do mean well, but, you know…):
Oh, come on! Does Mark Trail ever ask that much of us? (Then again, do we ever ask that much of him?):
Adding an itty-bitty smile to the overall ennui (good ol’ Rex!):
…but I am so impressed by all the keen stuff that goes on in Mark Trail (okay, by far the critters). It’s almost like gilding the lily (I know I’ve used that somewhere else)…
And I’m still impressed!
…Dawn has returned. Evidently she’s been in Europe, hobnobbing with real people. I’d give her a bright, shiny quarter if she’d stand up to Mary occasionally…
Then again, even if Dawn did stand up to Mary, would anything be accomplished by it?
…yada. yada. yada.
Okay, so we have a little disappointment here (or not, depending on your opinion of little old what’s his name). OTOH, who can argue with this?
…whether Rex has to deal with dimbulbs who believe in them, or some loonie nails a cardboard sign to a telephone pole, accusing the government of causing them. But, it takes all kinds, I guess.
Or my basement! Or something…
