As thunder rolls, and the sky darkens, Effie embarks on her solo safari through Effieland.
Our heroine eats the local grasses to fortify herself along the way.
“It’s so dark out there!”
“Surely this is the forest primeval!”
“Onward, ever onward…”
Our tireless Tabby paces her perimeter with territorial determination.
She passes grapevines along the way.
“What’s in here? Oh that’s right–delphiniums. Bleah.”
“Halvor! What are you doing here?”
“Halvor, get out and stay out, even if you are out!”
Halvor senses she means it.
It is, after all, her turf, but he thought they were friends.
Dream on, Halvor.