Strange Brew by John Deering for May 25, 2015

And a merchant is born, to incororate.

And before you know it, that stump will be resting on a flagpole.

His leg-acy was warped and splintered

The boy’s got potential as a politician. He’ll do anything for a buck.

But wait! I need one for my leg, too…

Of course, to keep it long, he’d have to lie all the time. Good thing he’s a fisherman!