Greetings!
We thought it was high time we gave all of our faithful followers an update on how our latest manuscript has been coming along. We have received some letters from our messenger telling us that some pheasants had been wondering when My Funny Bone would be finished. Update: the princeless Tifanie has finished writing it and it is now in the editing process! We have started drawing the illustrations. Here are some of them:
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“Gimme that pencil,” ordered Daniel. “I need it to finish my homework.” “It’s mine, you silly flappy-feathered birdbrain!” |
| “When Papa tarts doin’ ex’cises adain he tan tarry you to bed too,” said Cayla sleepily, as she waved to her brothers from over her father’s shoulder. |
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“Or trip over it,” said Anabela. “I tripped on it when I came in this morning to eat.” “We know,” said Brittanie. “We all heard you hollering and bawling.” "Well, it hurt,” protested Anabela. “What else did you expect me to do? Start singing the Hallelujah chorus?” |
The Hill's are settled in a small town in Canada, with a large farm. But life in Canada is more momentous than thought. Between constantly stepping on Adrien’s dinosaures, accidentally locking their little sister in a closet, and failing miserably at cake—baking for obvious reasons, Daniel and Archie have to struggle to keep a positive attitude, especially towards their little brother who always wants to tag along, but insist on wearing pants that are sizes to big and has a hairdo similar to a clown. That makes it embarrassing to take him anywhere, even if he did a good job wildly improvising in a disastrous play, partially saved by a donkey and a pig. An incident with a buffalo burrow, and enjoying maple syrup for the first time, and a big snow storm just keep making the Hill kids more Canadian than ever, as decided in Daniel and Archie’s diary.
We hope you are looking forward to reading our new stories!
Yours sincerely and in the middle of drawing,



Can't wait to read it!!
ReplyDeleteI love the drawing of Papa carrying Cayla up to bed.
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