TRIANGLES

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Triangles! This triangle is (probably) not named Tim, however if you like comics about talking triangles, my other comic has some comics about a Triangle named Tim.

The Adventures of Tim the Triangle!
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RED SKY

Red sky at breakfast, please pass the syrup. Syrup does rhyme with breakfast, right? Okay fine, let me try again, I think I have something, maybe. Red sky at the tip of your tongue, sailors among? Far flung? Unsung? Dung dung dung? Whatever.

Also, I’m not sure sailing around the world on a giant banana is going to help me walk more, sigh.

AT A REGULAR PACE

The guidebook says that it is a three days walk to the center of the city. Okay, that’s nice, but what I want to know is the location where I am supposed to meet you. Also, the section on recommended restaurants and attractions seems to be missing. Does somebody hate food?

WHEN LOST AT SEA

The fourth thing to do is to ask the birds if they have a map. If they have one, you might have to trade something for it. While It might be tempting, don’t ever trade away your last scrap of food or sustenance. While a map is useful, so is not dying of starvation.

EGG SHAPED BIRD WORLD 

Egg. World. What am I supposed to write down here today? If the comic doesn’t want to speak for itself, it probably just wants to hide behind the gray you eating mountain and read a book in the relative safety of fictional shadows. Also, I am suspicious of everything that even might possibly look like a bird, especially birds. Just saying. In other news, as of today my new personal five club juggling record is 29 catches. So, thanks for reading today’s comic, but now you should put down your super-powered comic viewing solar celled binoculars and go practice your juggling, or maybe, I don’t know, paint a painting of the universe? But also, don’t leave your  super-powered comic viewing solar celled binoculars on the ground like that. Somebody could trip over them and that would be something that could have been avoided? Sure, I’ll end with that. Goodbye, goodnight, good birds.

THE LANUAGE OF BIRDS

Silly Human, we aren’t claiming to know your destiny. We’re just singing the fish song. Also, would you mind having a word with Billy about his singing. He’s always off key and about seven to eight verses behind.

SOMETIMES I THINK

I would like to thank bird number one for their assistance in making the blue expanses of the sky/mountains look like some sort of whale/creature/thing. My personal head canon is that both birds are the same bird, but in case I am wrong about that, I would also like to thank bird number two for their excellent assistance as well. Way to go birds!  

NOTHING AGAINST WALKING

I purchased the magical rug from a small shop that was only there on that one day. Appearing between two shops usually found alongside each other. The old man who ran the shop really liked to talk. He spoke for many hours about his grand adventures, his opinions on the moon and the stars, the names of all his children, grandchildren, neighbors, and also that I would never want to walk again. I thought that maybe he was trying to warn me about a curse, but I wasn’t too concerned. After all, what is a curse compared to a genuine magic carpet? Past me just did not understand. I get it now. I really do. He wasn’t talking about a curse, or anything strange or magical, just the pure joy of flying through the sky on a magic carpet.