Nothing sells like children and animals. And I’m pretty sure this is either one or the other, but there’s a lot of swing between the extremes of that pendulum. It may in fact be a tiny, beakless, plucked chicken in a bonnet.
Chicken in a Bonnet. Now I have a name for my food trailer.
Now I rest and close my eyes, and ask God to apologize. Mom asked him for a boy. Instead, He gave to her a bantam red.
The bunny, at least, makes sense. Children have bunnies. Chickens don’t tend to have bunnies. Maybe the artist knows something I don’t.
As for this next one: Portrait or dire warning?
“Oh, you shouldn’t have, grandma.”
“I made it as a reminder of the eternal damnation that awaits you if you continue to fornicate outside marriage.”
“We’ve been together for five years, grandma!”
“Fornication, dear, is of the devil. Note the endless flames, and the anguish.”
“It looks more like mold, grandma. Refrigerator mold.”
“Anguish often does. Now give your grandma a hug, and repent.”
“Now I Lay me Down to Sleep” from Goodwill on I35 and 290; Hell Portrait from Goodwill on Metric and 183. Source of all things hell.