The Argyle Sweater by Scott Hilburn for May 13, 2009

You just might want to grab Jesse…

marg I think it’s too late!

Is it Pete on the left? He got off lightly…

???

Ha,ha,ha. Poof!

Hey my name is Jessie… Makes me wonder cause this spelling is for a girl…

I would think talking to Pete Moth would be like trying have a conversation with a clump of dirt…

Pete’s cast is going to catch on fire if he’s not careful.

LOL!

Oh, my eyesight is getting bad! I didn’t get that they were moths until I read the other comments!

mama9cats don’t feel bad, I overlooked their wings, too. I was trying to figure out what they are supposed to be, so thanks to digitalfrog I now know.

Fire is hypnotic

Reminds me of the Jethro Tull tune called Moths (from Heavy Horses album):

The leaded window opened to move the dancing candle flame And the first Moths of summer suicidal came. And a new breeze chattered in its May-bud tenderness — Sending water-lillies sailing as she turned to get undressed. And the long night awakened and we soared on powdered wings — Circling our tomorrows in the wary month of Spring. Chasing shadows slipping in a magic lantern slide — Creatures of the candle on a night-light-ride. Dipping and weaving — flutter through the golden needle’s eye in our haystack madness. Butterfly-stroking on a Spring-tide high. Life’s too long (as the Lemming said) as the candle burned and the Moths were wed. And we’ll all burn together as the wick grows higher — before the candle’s dead. The leaded window opened to move the dancing candle flame. And the first moths of summer suicidal came to join in the worship of the light that never dies in a moment’s reflection of two moths spinning in her eyes.