Blue bobcats’ motorbike had broken down again. This time he had no choice but to hitch a ride if he was the get to the party on time.

Looking mean and purposeful Colin, erm I mean bat worm, sprang forth out of his hole like home to fight crime, injustice and rogue slugs.

The mesmeric post-it note fruit bat had the habit of willing you to give him fruit.

It was a skill learnt over many generations.

Sometimes in the world of dung versus beetle the dung beetle lost, but Tommy would never give up!

It was only round one to the dung and soon Tommy would be ready for number two.

Seb knew, when the portrait painter arrived, how handsomely beautiful he was and how marvellous the final result was going to be. Yes he was a vain young thing.

The portrait painter has definitely captured this I think you’d agree.

Brendan smelt the air. He could smell the damp prospects of rain on it’s way. Beyond that he could smell the faint whiff of something else – perhaps it was a farmer. A farmer with a wheel barrow. He couldn’t be sure…

The marker pen Moose is not happy.
no not happy at all.
not happy he was drawn in 20 seconds.
Not happy he is not the right shape.
Not happy he is not the right colour
and definitely not happy he was shot in such a bad light.
No the 20 second marker pen Moose was not happy.
Not happy at all!

Kangaroo mouse was cornered.  Jimmy the Dingo was ready to pounce.  However, as Jimmy was later to reflect, he didn’t really expect that kind of punch from such a tiny mouse!

Ulrick could not resist.  Everytime he saw a stray in the local neighbourhood he’d sneak out of the flat and snap them for his photo wall.

Mark leaned forward for his solo.  He was going to rock the joint with his acid jazz stylings.