Dear False Positive Readers,
This is Ashley Walton, Mike’s sister and editor of False Positive. I have really terrible, awful news and a tiny bit of good news.
You might have noticed it’s been a couple years since we’ve posted anything on this website. Well, brace yourself for the saddest update I’ll ever share.
Oh boy….here it comes….pay back time!
I’m wondering whether the payback won’t be as little as “and they woke up with a little hangover, as the other hounds, having disowned their erstwhile companion since his laughable >>repentance<<, ignored the commotion in the town, being busy with yet another hunt." You know, hellloooo existential dread!
However, if I would have to bet, I would say the vagrant wasn't lying,intentionally or not, about a werewolf being the death of this father – if you catch my drift…
Somehow I’m connecting that pic below of Cthulhu looming over the house with the dog killer sleeping off his hangover.
“Oi, human-that was MY pooch!”
…and he lived happily ..ever after… 🙂 {…don’t hold your breath folks.}
Lies are… insidious. When you tell a lie you start down a path that is steep…. and as time goes on the path gets steeper requiring you to tell more and more lies… and before you know it.. your in freefall. And hitting bottom is worse than if you never told the lie and held to the truth in the first place.
I will laugh if this is the end of the chapter.
Tempting.
That would be very much like an old school fairy tale.
The moral of the story: Don’t lie, or a vagrant will get you murdered and take your home, drinking all your brandy.
Make. Him. SSSSSSSSUUFFERRRRR.
I’m getting a banner ad under the comic for invisible fencing that says KEEP YOUR DOG SAFE!