As ALWAYS, thank YOU so much for stopping by and taking the time to share my visions! Your generous thoughts truly mean the world to me!! But, as I’m sure ya’ll know by now, if it weren't for nonsense, I'd have no sense at all. Apologies for my absence. I’m still busier than a lazy person has any right to be, even with occasional bouts of Feline Paralysis’s. This gent is the Truheart patriarch. Liam Wigheard Zandar Truheart, but most folks just call him Sir. From a careful distance. He’s waiting for his beloved daughter whose last post card featured a romantic view of some tumbledown ruin. And lots of mushy words about kindred souls and how Be is the heart of her heart, two hearts beating as one. Soul mates and meant to bes. The poor man gagged. But look… Here they come… Big dumb brut… and WHY is her hair orange??? The Pixels are beyond incensed. This Yeti is twice the size of Be! And they have been led to believe that Be’s marriage will result in lots of little frolicking Yeti babies. Yeti Children. More hair than Mt Everest. Which they firmly believe is Ice cap covered yeti hair. No one should have to deal with this! But No, Pixel kind (who come into the world FULLY FORMED, with no mess or muss, Thank you Very Much!) Pixel kind is expected to Put up and Show up. (but quietly and respectfully in the presence of Sir Truheart). A large number of pixels were fatally injured sliding down the spear, and defenestrated. Thousands more are lost in Sir Truheart’s coat. They tried setting off flares to summon search and rescue, but Truheart’s big old hand smashing the fires extinguished that idea! And several hundred more pixels. St Pixel’s has closed the wards and opened up a bingo parlor. Ma Pixel was thrown out for cheating, stealing other folks bingo cards and attempting to bribe the caller. Lawyers from both sides were called, and called names. Wounded and traumatized pixels have been seen trying to get care from Tiny Emergency Clinics.