Thanks to Steelhead resident
Mr. HeadBurro Antfarm (last seen critically wounded by the Mason Labs explosion; let us assume he communicated telepathically with Dr. Ryne Beck, who then posted the information), I learned of the
Steelhead Harvest Festival and its livestock contest. A most
unusual livestock contest, and, here, "unusual" modifies both "contest "
and "livestock."

These are not your ordinary barnyard animals.

Nosireebob, they have characteristics unique to the Steamlands.

Is this little fellow fueled by nuclear fission? In the 1880s? God help us!

As this is a (mostly) family-friendly Journal, I have omitted a picture of the Steampunk cow with a heap of steaming...bolts as excrement. In its stead, I give you this charming critter:

Ah, the crisp autumn air in Steelhead!
2 comments:
She turned me into a newt!
A newt?
I got better...
Thank heavens for that! And newts are...cute...
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