As ALWAYS, thank YOU so much for stopping by and taking the time to share my visions! Your generous thoughts truly mean the world to me!! But, as I’m sure ya’ll know by now, if it weren't for nonsense, I'd have no sense at all. Be (AKA Beowulf Rudolf Constantine von Yeti III) and sweet Baylen TruHeart have booked passage to her dad’s home. Both are a bit hesitant to meet the TruHeart Patriarch. Baylen has told Be that her Dad is a formidable Yeti sire…. He wasn’t happy she spent the Summer at Yeti Youth Camp. He wanted her to accept the Antiques Road Show Apprenticeship, but… Bay just couldn’t. The smell of the mildew, the smell of the old men in love with the mildewed antiques. It was too much!! She needed the out of doors, the woods, the mountains, and occasionally, a lovely old ruin. But they vowed to hold true to their true love, and to stand up to anyone standing in their way. Ma Yeti heartily approved and was crocheting baby yeti booties as fast as she could! The Pixels were horrified. Be and Bay!! Two Yetis with easily 700 times as much Yeti fur as usual. 75,482 pixels called in sick. 400K checked themselves into the St Pixels/rehab/Betty Ford. Of the remaining pixels who were too dim to avoid the summons to appear in the image, thousands were lost. An additional 1500 stumbled off the sky boat due to inattention and fell to their doom. A doomed pixel is a sad, sad thing. Ma Pixel closed the St Pixel Psychiatric Unit. Details at 11. OK, details at 9 ‘cause pixels have dozed off long before 11 PM! Creditage: Be (AKA Beowulf Rudolf Constantine von Yeti III) from elsewhere OOT’s hair toy Biala’s add a tit morph for G8M 1971’s sky boat Prae’s hat Rpub’s wreath for the Baylen’s head