the last narwhal

give me all your ice cream cones.

Mar 14th, 2010 @ 12:24 pm

fuckyeahdogs:

(via janitoroflunacy)

Reblogged from fuckyeahdogs!.

Nov 24th, 2009 @ 12:00 pm

j.b. lenoir - the whale has swallowed me

@ 11:42 am

sonny terry & brownie mcghee - my baby’s so fine, poor man/fighting a losing battle

A farmer and his wife had many children; the youngest son was too small and weak, and spent all his time drawing cats instead of doing his chores. So, they took him to the temple to become a priest. He learned quickly, but he drew cats everywhere. The old priest finally said he could not be a priest, though he might be an artist, and sent him away with the advice to avoid large places at night, and keep to small ones. He decided to go to a big temple nearby and ask them to take him on.

The temple had been deserted, because a goblin had driven the priests away, and warriors who went against it were never seen again. A light burned at the temple at night, so when the boy arrived, he went in. He saw some big white screens and painted cats on them. Then he went to sleep, but, since the temple was large, he found a little cabinet to sleep in since he had remembered the priest’s advice. In the night, he heard sounds of fighting, and in the morning, the goblin-rat was dead in the middle of the temple, and all the cats he had painted had mouths wet and red from the blood.

When the priests found out, he was hailed as a hero, and he went on to become a famous artist; one who only painted cats!

(via japanese fairy tales)