DYI Bear, part 4

A single plank of wood. Like a blank sheet of paper it can be the first cobblestone in an endless path of creative possibilities. Like a blank piece of paper, it's most likely going to be chucked in the bin.

DYI Bear, part 3

Putting something together using instructions always causes unwarranted confusion and no small amount of mental anguish. It's much better to just stick everything together and hope it doesn't collapse, as our friend here seems to be finding out.

DYI Bear, part 2

Here is our bear in action. Approaching an empty light socket, than installing a light bulb with what appears to be a screwdriver. Riveting stuff.

DYI Bear, part 1

Despite a strong showing from the musk ox and the salmon, the stand-out animal from the previous 'O Canada' thingy was definitely the bear. The DYI bear, to be more precise. So here's a little bit more of him.

O Canada

A typical Canadian scene. From left to right: moose, bear, manly Canadian man, peacock, salmon, musk ox, owl. Under the Canadian man's foot we see to platypuses (platypi?) and a toad. At the time of writing I have yet to visit Canada.

Birds with wigs

After a long time pondering if these were birds with luxuriant hair or birds with head feathers that bear an uncanny resemblance to hair, the only logical conclusion seems to be they are birds wearing wigs.

Birds without fezzes

Mammals with fezzes, birds with fezzes and now birds without fezzes. See what happened there? Clever, huh? No. Really. Clever, very clever.

Birds with fezzes

From mammals we move smoothly to birds. Very serious, exuberantly browed birds. The one on the left looks a bit upset; or maybe that's just the way he looks. Which would be upsetting.

Mammals with fezzes

A selection of mammals with fezzes. Hard to figure which question should be answered first: what is the proper plural of 'fez' (we went with the obvious 'fezzes') or what the hell is the little chap on the bottom right corner? He looks like the rather confused offspring of Serge Gainsbourg and a chinchilla; but then again who doesn't?

Rat and dog

Not a brutally honest pub name, but a rather poignant moment where friendship begins. Either that or the moment before the dog gobbles up the rat, hard to tell.

Monks!

Monks! Not a single monk, not a couple of monks or even a few monks. Loads of monks! Everywhere! Bearded, clean shaven, hairy, bald, pretty, ugly, happy, grumpy... Monks! You know what they say: a thousand monks, a thousand typewriters, etc.

French Interwar gentlemen, pt.5

And here is the rest. Notice the universal presence of facial hair, an almost certain indication that all people in this particular tableau are men or expertly shaved bears (in which case they could be ladies). Hard to tell.

French Interwar gentlemen, pt.4

Well... this only confirms the two theories proposed in the last post. Namely: 'the chaps in these posts seem to be going up in age range' and 'the balder the hairier'. Glad that's settled then.

French Interwar gentlemen, pt.3

We seem to be going up the age range, clearly for no apparent reason. Still, one has to admire how someone so hairy can to be bald as well. Maybe there was an obligatory amount of hair a man had to maintain back in 1930's western Europe; so the more hair they lost, the longer their beards had to be (unless they had very hairy backs, of course).

French Interwar gentlemen, pt.2

Another reliable person. A bit more squat, solid moustache - an industrialist perhaps. Top marks all round.

French Interwar gentlemen, pt.1

A particularly serene member of the 1930's upper classes. Probably thinking about shooting a small animal later; perhaps about having some pants made out of tweed or some other sort of itchy but appropriately uncomfortable material. Maybe shooting a small animal whilst being fitted for said pants.