Fat Man Narrative
Saturday, October 17th, 2009Let’s post more to this blog! Justin and myself have been twittering so much, but we’ll try to pay more attention to this here macroblog.
I’d like to share an email I got recently. It’s from Lisa, and as an assignment for her Creative Writing class, she rewrote out my Fat Man Belly comic as a narrative. It’s excellent. She notes that the main protagonist needed a name, and she chose “Kip”, so that’s that kid’s name now!
Here it is:
Kip ran into the kitchen and slid on his knees behind his mother.
“Mom! Jeez!! Get off my freakin’ BACK!” He shrieked, his hands flying up to his face in despair.
“Huh?” His mother turned away from her notebook. “What’s the matter, sweetie?”
Kip rose from the floor and spread his hands as if the situation were obvious. “I NEED to practice for music class!!”
“Practice what?” His mother asked. She raised a questioning eyebrow. Kip was a strange child, but this comment was just plain weird. But maybe he was right this time. “You don’t play any instruments.” She added, mostly to convince herself.
“Yes I do!!” Kip cried in anguish. “I play … ” His hands once again rose to his face. He pulled down his bottom eyelids for effect. “FAT MAN BELLY.”
Kip ran to the corner of the room where a morbidly obese man was standing. He jumped and landed into a fine pose, his right arm above his head, his legs spread wide. He took a finger and shoved it into the fat, fleshy skin of the man, almost losing sight of his digit, as the man uttered a single word:
“LAA!”
Thank you so much for sending that to me, Lisa! I hope you got all of the grades.
-Drew
