"Sure," I said to myself at 9:30 Sunday morning as I settled in to work on today's Terebinth page, "let's give the King of the Bugs a big introductory poem. A chant royal," I further said to myself. "Yeah! What with him being a king and all, that'll be perfect!"

     Fourteen hours later--and yes, I did do my radio program and inked today's Daily Grind pages in there somewhere--the thing's finished. It needs another editing pass, but I am ding-dang done with it for the nonce!