It’s alive! I feel like Dr. Frankenstein. My alien is now starting to breathe. Here is the last version I did in the post before this one…

She still looks a little flat… oh come on… you know what I mean… She just doesn’t look alive enough. Which is a shame, because she is a real living, breathing alien… in my head.

Fawnya and her hen-pecked husband live on the Hub… that’s the alien space station that Arthur, our hero, worked as a janitor on before he became an intergalactic hero and celebrity. He met this lovely couple when he was on a vacation hiding out… I mean recuperating from his new responsibilities. They invited him to their home for a meal.

Unfortunately for Arthur and his nose, their home, or nest, was inside a two-story volcano-shaped mound that the pair had crafted using their own dung. Hey, no judging. They are aliens and that is what they traditionally build their homes out of.

And the soup was delicious. Arthur is going to get Ned to sell it in the Saloon at the Edge of Everywhere. Anyway, here is a more or less done version of Fawnya…

Oh, I know… art is never really done, is it? You can always do something else to it. I am sure that Michelangelo would walk into the Sistine Chapel and say, “I could have made God’s beard a little longer.”