Annnnd it’s from Washington we switch over to Lost Forest! Take it away, Cherry.

Wow, just how long is 24 hours in Lost Forest? Or how much activity can Cherry cram into one day? This is like that popular crime series, 24, where you just have to suspend reality to accept all of the stuff that happened to Agent Bauer in one full day.

Anyway, I am otherwise glad to see that the phone call was the transition I had hoped for. I have to say that this is not much of a collection of neighbors, given that there are only four people, and two of them share the same house, er, cabin.

I’m glad to see that Squirrelly Sandy changed from her previous red shirt, unlike most of the other characters who always wear the same clothes. Maybe that points to her transactional status in the strip. Maybe Squirrelly Sandy remembers what happens to Away Team members in StarTrek who wore red shirts (usually security).

This just in from our nation’s capital:  Rusty is having a good time.

I suppose it is fairly realistic to note that adolescent kids will find goofiness more interesting than old airplanes and space modules that you are not allowed to enter or touch. I was probably more like Ian in elementary and middle school. I remember, as a third grader, being very popular because of my spot-on impersonation of Curly from The Three Stooges, especially during lunch. But I digress….

I hope we are not going to have another week filled with pointless prattling taking the place of any pretense of a story. To be fair, there hasn’t really been a story as of yet, other than a few incidents. My main hope is that today’s strip is a segue to Cherry’s crisis about the “abandoned” kittens, a story that has been on hold for about three weeks. At least that story has a focus and a plot. Let’s get to it!

Art Dept. Do you see the sketchy outline of Rusty’s lower face in panel 2? He looks like an Amish-in-Training, trying to grow a beard. I also noticed similar line work in the faces of Cherry and Rusty in panel 1. Deliberate or an oversight? No idea. Could just be my imagination, running away with me.