Everything I draw ends up wearing a bow-tie

-“What an odd looking bird.” Thought Tarquin, and quite understandably too, for it was a very odd looking bird indeed. It was quite unlike anything the little pig had seen before, with sweet-wrapper wings all shaped like a boomerang, and a tail split into two long paddles.

It circled around the farmstead, banking as it began its descent, and as it lowered it only became more odd, for there was actually very little about it that was bird-like at all. It seemed to be a very ungainly shape, and yet, when it finally came in to land, it was not with a crash and a bump and a complicated tumble (as Tarquin had expected), but with a rather satisfying sort of ‘flump’.

“Hello.” Said the odd looking bird.

“Hello.” Replied the pig, watching the strange new creature folding up its wings with great interest. It appeared to be too absorbed in looking around to notice his staring, so he continued to do so. “Are you lost?”

“Oh yes, yes…” The answer came in an absent, gentle voice. The sort of voice one could listen to for a very long time without getting tired of it at all. “-but I really don’t mind it, you know.”