#1016; The Longest Monday, Part 4

Comic Transcripts

[[In what is presumably a postapocalyptic wasteland, a peasant of some kind greets a laborer carrying a barrel on her back, perhaps a farmer.]]
Peasant: Good monday to you.
Farmer: G’monday.
Peasant: How goes the harvest?
Farmer: The storm yestermonday took its toll. But Josas is working all tomonday to save what he can.

[[A sage, holding a guitar, tells stories to children.]]
Sage: Gather round. Gather round.
Sage: Tomonday, for a tale, we shall look back to a time many mondays ago… a monday when the world was new.
Sage: Back then, there were OTHER -days… soft Toezzday, with her kindly face… Mighty Winnsday, with his bony hump.

Sage: T’uhrsday, a lean fellow with a nervous twitch… and of course mighty Phryday, genial and swift.
Sage: The people of that time new ALL these -days, and others besides; and they moved from one to the next like bees dancing from flower to flower.

[[A child, listening, is cradled by her father.]]
Sage: Like a beast with many tongues they spake with every -day in turn… until jealous Monday began to chafe, and consulted with the dark lord Qarfieyld, round of eye and body…
Ridala: Papa, will Phryday EVER come again to save us?
Father: Hush, Ridala. It’s all just a silly superstition.

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{{alt-text: Physics mathematically postulates the existence of up to SEVEN different -days, but it would be impossible for a human to visit them.}}

#1016; The Longest Monday, Part 4 transcribed by in

[[In what is presumably a postapocalyptic wasteland, a peasant of some kind greets a laborer carrying a barrel on her back, perhaps a farmer.]]
Peasant: Good monday to you.
Farmer: G'monday.
Peasant: How goes the harvest?
Farmer: The storm yestermonday took its toll. But Josas is working all tomonday to save what he can.

[[A sage, holding a guitar, tells stories to children.]]
Sage: Gather round. Gather round.
Sage: Tomonday, for a tale, we shall look back to a time many mondays ago... a monday when the world was new.
Sage: Back then, there were OTHER -days... soft Toezzday, with her kindly face... Mighty Winnsday, with his bony hump.

Sage: T'uhrsday, a lean fellow with a nervous twitch... and of course mighty Phryday, genial and swift.
Sage: The people of that time new ALL these -days, and others besides; and they moved from one to the next like bees dancing from flower to flower.

[[A child, listening, is cradled by her father.]]
Sage: Like a beast with many tongues they spake with every -day in turn... until jealous Monday began to chafe, and consulted with the dark lord Qarfieyld, round of eye and body...
Ridala: Papa, will Phryday EVER come again to save us?
Father: Hush, Ridala. It's all just a silly superstition.

{{header: eventually, WONDERMARK.COM}}
{{alt-text: Physics mathematically postulates the existence of up to SEVEN different -days, but it would be impossible for a human to visit them.}}

Physics mathematically postulates the existence of up to SEVEN different -days, but it would be impossible for a human to visit them.