Brewster Rockit by Tim Rickard for June 22, 2017

Wellwellwell! It seems someone’s read the comments! Good!

Afterwards, the woodworker will rebuild him into a Stairway to Heaven.

“Fir yew I pine ….. fir yew I balsam…. "

An old chestnut, but still poplar….

Sniffle….

 

He was such a respected elder…. I thought my heartwood break.

I’m not ready to face every branch of the family…

but I’d better spruce up and get to the memorial bark before everyone leaves.

The whispering grove trees in deep woods Bangalla must be related to these creatures.

And keep away from that Poison Oak… He’s a rash fellow…

I counted the rings – he was older than he let on.

Today’s strip is very punny! And piney.

Oak! Now this is getting silly…

Can everyone just please palm down?

What’s with all the lemontations?

Music in background, “There’ll Never Be Another Yew”.

I heard that in private he was a real son of a birch, and would always leave you in the larch.

The first row is reserved for his tree family. He had a lot of Ents and uncles.

Someone call Pastis…

Oak-ay, ash enough fir now.

They sure spruced him up for the funeral though!

let’s hope brewster doesn’t make an ash of himself as usual…

Well, a least his bark was worse than his blight.