The Duck-Billed Monster Chronicles

Playing dead.

“So…how long have you had these strip tattoos?”

“My hero.”

“Me? I was out riding my dirt bike conquering some sweet Colorado inclines and declines. No big deal.”

The Duck-Billed Monster is on his way to Tulsa.

“Dad?”

Ran over a bird. Will never forgive himself.

“Aachooo!”

“…and this is why I’ll always, always be cooler than you, mere mortal.”

I prefer aisle seats. So much legroom.