# 357

Arthur the giant leaping fishman trudged onto the damp shoreline. He scooped up two unsuspecting rag-people. The smell alone was enough to have them incapacitated instantly.
now that he's had his snack, Arthur can go back to bed a happy camper. It isn't easy hanging out above sea level when you're a giant leaping fishman.
Ink and colored pencil on Mi-Teintes pastel paper, 6" x 9"