MISS BUTTERBEAN: Susie? Where's your essay?
SUSIE: A piranhamoose ate my homework.
MISS BUTTERBEAN: A PIRANHAMOOSE? Wherever did you run into a piranhamoose? They're ENDANGERED, you know.
SUSIE: My Dad has one. He keeps it in the cellar.
MISS BUTTERBEAN: If that's TRUE, that's a very serious federal crime. Are you prepared for me to report your Dad to the EPA?
SUSIE: Yes! PLEASE! It's big and smelly and its poops are like wheelbarrow tires.
I've tried to call myself, but I'm, y'know, SEVEN.
[[Silent panel as MISS BUTTERBEAN considers this.]]
[[Later, a POLICEMAN takes SUSIE'S DAD away.]]
SUSIE'S DAD: SUSIE YOU FOOL!
WE COULD HAVE EATEN THAT THING FOR A YEAR!
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{{Alt-text: Will Susie become a ward of the state? OR OF THE PIRANHAMOOSE?}}
Will Susie become a ward of the state? OR OF THE PIRANHAMOOSE?
The computers tell me it was 20 years ago, June 9, 2006, that I arrived in New York for my first-ever comic convention as an exhibitor, MoCCA.
It was an important trip for me, a milestone in what would go on to become my career.
I wrote a little reminiscence on Patreon (free/unlocked) — including a first-since-then reprint of the photocomics I made at the time, documenting the trip!
Read the rest here: [ 20 Years Ago (In Photocomic Form) ]
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