For Inktober day 1—Mustache—I sketched a proud old tree with a leafy mustache. But as I drew, a story sprouted: one of grumpiness, autumn loss, and an unlikely act of kindness.
"He claimed [the mustache] gave him an air of mystery and might, unlike the scruffy moss-beard his uncle sported, which had once earned that old geezer a cameo in a fantasy novel no one read anymore. " Gee, I wonder which fantasy novel that could be. I have absolutely no idea! ;). I really enjoyed this story, Father. You have a gift.
This is a real charmer of a story. It made my day and lightened my heart. Thank you!
"He claimed [the mustache] gave him an air of mystery and might, unlike the scruffy moss-beard his uncle sported, which had once earned that old geezer a cameo in a fantasy novel no one read anymore. " Gee, I wonder which fantasy novel that could be. I have absolutely no idea! ;). I really enjoyed this story, Father. You have a gift.
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This story made me smile. I thoroughly enjoyed it!
Very similar to Tolkien's Ents! Nice!
Delightful tale!