The Scarecrow has a bad day. The Hammer-heads are some of the weirder monsters in the book, I love em
It was, indeed, a great yellow Wildcat, and the Woodman thought it must be chasing something, for its ears were lying close to its head and its mouth was wide open, showing two rows of ugly teeth, while its red eyes glowed like balls of fire.
Opener for Chapter 9! This is an unusual one: they’re off the road and separated from the Lion, and it starts abruptly with the wildcat and the mouse. The red haze in the distance is the poppy field from Chapter 8.
Did you know I have a new book out? It’s the first book of my fantasy adventure comic Vattu and I am pretty pleased with it. Also a few originals lately, and more to come. Holding onto the Oz originals until the book is done, though!
See you soon! Might try to get some spot illustrations done in the next few days.
So they all lay upon the ground except the Scarecrow, and he stood up and stretched out his arms. And when the crows saw him they were frightened, as these birds always are by scarecrows, and did not dare to come any nearer. But the King Crow said: “It is only a stuffed man. I will peck his eyes out.”
He’s the king so I gave him a crown.
I’ve sort of worked out a unified aesthetic for the witch and all of her minions; you will be seeing more of that soon…
She was dressed in green silk gauze and wore upon her flowing green locks a crown of jewels. Growing from her shoulders were wings, gorgeous in color and so light that they fluttered if the slightest breath of air reached them.
Oz and the Scarecrow!
“Only a mouse!” cried the little animal, indignantly. “Why, I am a Queen–the Queen of all the Field Mice!”
Happy with how these guys turned out.