This big fellow wandered out of my head last night, slowly accumulating all the glory you see him in now.
I have yet to discover his name, but what I do know is this:
He is physically past his prime, however he has a heart of gold. In his youth, he fought a great battle but once it was over, he didn’t look back and locked his battle attire away for good- or so he thought. Now he has been called back to fight in a time of need and somewhat reluctantly brought his gear back into the light of day. He was apparently confronted about this call to arms while he was working at the office and has not had a chance to change out of his business vest.
He is also in search of a new sword. Because his arms do not reach past the end of his rotund belly, he needs a sword that is of adequate length to attack his enemies while at the same time is light enough for his tiny hands to grip. But for now, he is stuck with his old sword that was made for a much smaller version of him.
This dilemma may need to be answered in a future doodle…
Zoe Andersen 