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in between gripping story lines, Mark must always return to Lost Forest…
Not only is this a waste of ink and time…
…but I swear we have been here before…
…Mark whining about online trolling… Hopefully Cherry sees the voodoo warrior doll off camera, and while Mark continues to prattle on about his hurt feelings (wait… he has them now? Oh that’s right- just for himself…) The little guy pops out and spears him in the buttocks!
Struck a nerve, have we?
“Comments?” “Rusty reads the Comments?” Mark sits up straight as an arrow, the Primitive Trailian brain kicks in, all fight or flight…
Awww… Mopey Mark… are people making fun of you on line? Just wait ’til that Raven swoops down and plucks out your eyeball! Then you will know pain! The pain we all feel day to day and we wend our way through you world…
Comics within comics… makes my head hurt.
Jungle Jim, huh? Never heard of it. But Johnny Weissmuller played him on TV… after the Tarzan Role, I guess he was a bit typecast…
Looks to be a fast paced romp! Not!
Ok, enough already!
Anything, anything at all, please. Just remove me from having to witness these lies! Mark! Get on a plane!
I have to wonder, along with how Mark keeps so clean-shaven, is who keeps the Lost Forest grounds so tidy? Is there an army of gnomes that pops out of the woods and cuts and trims and makes sure that all the stones lining the drives are in place? Must be. It’s an otherwise magical place, so I would suggest that as a highly probable explanation.
And is there a happier place on the planet than Lost Forest? Andy bears witness to the joy as he canters along-side Mark and Cherry… Dogs are a great barometer of the mood they are surrounded by… and Andy is beaming!
I mean, just look at her… she just gets thinner and thinner…
“At his age?” Doc (and everyone else in the Trailverse) has been the same age for years (decades) now… Mark and Cherry are the only ones who got the other-than-shit-end of that stick. Rusty locked in perpetual pre-pubescence, Doc a Sept- or Octogenarian… Andy of course is ageless… what is he in dog years? Who cares, really…
As Mark continues to search his true feelings about JJ (Really? We need to let this go…) Cherry is (once again) showing her patience and stamina with what must be a very challenging marriage…
What’s with Andy? Doesn’t he want to go for walkies too? “No,” says the Big Dog… “The porch is just fine…”
Cherry, “Doc” is “Dad” to you… or have you forgotten?
Yup, we all know…
You don’t mess with old Rex…
…and there is always “the telling” after a trip away from the homestead.
But I wonder if there has been time for laundry? Or a change of clothing? Or does Mark have 12 pink chamois cloth shirts in his closet? Someday, just some day, I would appreciate seeing Mark in a different color combo… And Cherry, oh Cherry… that profile you are striking reminds me of those oh so classy (classic?) mud-flaps one sees on a semi-truck, or a duely pickup with a scrotal sack hanging from the trailer hitch…
While we admire the author/artist’s ability to draw nature…
..we really must shake our heads…
Barrels of ink, electronic or otherwise, sacrificed in the name of carrying on a tradition…
…even though the current mantle-bearer continues to fall short of expectations. Blah.
Ah… the familiar… But wait, not so fast!
What the heck is that?! An escaped Circus Lion?? Stay tuned!
Building up…
Wait for it…
Ba-boom, chsssssh…..
More gratuitous shots of wildlife… In the Trail Tradition:
As Doc continues to ramble on about the mystery of the mine and the map…
…it would seem that Mark and Doc are destined to set out on a little hike…
The last time Doc was allowed to leave Lost Forest was during the Indian Artifacts caper… almost 6 years ago…
As Doc bears his past, Mark appears to be growing weary of the old man’s remembering…
…and Doc appears to be growing weary of Mark’s condescending attitude toward him… What, isn’t it enough that you live rent-free? Small price, Mark, that you ultimately had to marry his daughter…
Like how he came to be able to afford being Lord a Master of Lost Forest…
…a burden he has apparently carried with him for years…
But did you ever see the gold? And how did the stranger see anything? Isn’t it dark in a cave?? Oh, that’s right, bioluminescence…
And what would you need of a map? And isn’t it said that the cave opening moves around on its own? Sort of like on Lost, when it became necessary for Benjamin Linus to move the island?
So I guess we are full on with Doc’s story now, leaving Rusty to his own devices… I suspect the package was just a bad joke from Professor Carter… No doubt we will circle back to doll-sized mischief at some point… Not to mention leaving Dirty Dyer behind… James Allen, you really expect a lot from your audience… keeping so many plots going at once! But certainly they will intersect at some point…
Such looks of foreboding about something that happened 40 or 50 years ago! Cherry looks as though she expects a alien to pop out of her father’s furrowed brow or something…
Leaving Rusty to deal with the deadly little doll all by his self?? Hopefully they have cigars and whiskey about to keep the little guy sated…
And with the point of an unnaturally large finger, Doc declares the mystery that will perhaps carry us through the next story arc. And Oh Goody? An opportunity to go caving gain?
Oh, Doc… do you get to star is a story now? Well, this ought to be interesting… Day 345, Doc on porch, regaling us with still more stories of a bygone era…
Working his way “through veterinary school…” that’s very impressive, Doc…
I wonder why we never got to meet Mrs. Davis, Cherry’s mom? How is t that Mark took up residence at Lost Forest? That Rusty came to be in their charge? So many questions!! So few answers.
And a quick cut to the front porch…
…finds Cherry and her dad, Ol’ Doc Davis idly shooting the breeze, unfortunately about one of Doc’s contemporaries, Amos, who has kicked the bucket…
So off we go, campers, in no particular direction… another walk down a very long pier for a very short drink of water…
Either I’m too good, or James Allen is too predictable…
Poor Rusty! He’s thinking (hoping?) that it’s something from Mara (who has clearly moved on from her encounter with the Perpetually Coming of Age Rusty) only to find this cursed thing in his lap… Soaking the package in water was probably a good idea… Perhaps it’s time to go old-school on this little doll… a ritual burn on a large pile of burning logs? Darth Vader style?
Well, Campers, here we go…
Back home to Lost Forest, where time moves e x t r a slowly…
Reading the funny pages, huh? Well, I guess it’s better than nothing… Reference to a real live (almost) strip? Pearls Before Swine, huh? Well, that’s one of my favorites too… I’d like to see Rat cave in James Allen’s head with a baseball bat some day…
Boy, Rusty, you are really stuck on that girl, aren’t you?? Like it’s all you think about… But why does it look like Rusty is sitting on the crapper in panel one reading the paper?? Is Rusty’s bedroom also the bathroom? Does he have his own porta-potty in there? An old-style throne with a chamber pot? And I am also noticing that Mark still hasn’t changed his shirt…
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