We find ourselves…..

….on the Island where we belong.

Time to….

….rest.

When the gold….

….was always tarnished.

No need…

….to be afraid.

Lumber

Thugs.

Thugs will die…..

…..alone.

This nest…

…is the best.

Fish heads….

…..roly poly fish heads.

Taking a look..

….around and around.

He’s a cupboard….

….but does he know it??????