I love stick figures. There is something about a stick figure that makes us all even, all aware of our surrounding. They make us consider our choices, like whether or not to cross the street, or if we should or should not stick our hand in something with blades. They teach us things. They remind us of things that could kill us like big trucks and giant animals.
Stick figures can tell stories very differently than the written word, but when combined with the written word, you might find yourself hunkered over in tears from laughing so hard.
Here, in case you ever need these….
Is he wearing a speedo?
Um, buddy, looks like you’re a bit too late.
Next time I’m around an elephant, I’ll remember NOT to get under it’s foot.
Now, for a more personal touch. If you haven’t yet read my stories as told by stick figures, you can find them at these fine links: