Free of pursuers, Mr. Love now needed more data on Mrs Love. Which meant a walk down cobblestoned streets to archives in Eastern Yurop.
Pim Comic Strip
How I came to write Pim
People often ask how I came to write Pim. It seems like a thousand years since I discovered Pim, or that Pim
discovered me. Thankfully I kept detailed notes and saved photos from that time. While I can’t swear to the
absolute accuracy of what you are about to read, I have done my best to capture the essence of how Pim entered my life.
The next day Pim and Bim were happy to reconnect with the Well-Dressed Albatross, who was consuming a home remedy for bee stings.
Inevitably Mr. Love met Pim and Bim. They exchanged thoughts and information for some time, and finally went on their ways.
You may have guessed that the Mr. Love who lured Slim into the sea of orbs was a mere hologram. The real Mr. Love was very far away.
Slim reached the doorway just in time to see the top of Mr. Love’s head as it descended into a sea of orbs exuding a palpable mist.
But Mr. Love bypassed the looming structure in favour of a humble dwelling into which he inserted a rude key. Slim chortled in the shadows
Mrs. Love had hired Slim to do reconnaissance on Mr. Love, who lived nowhere but went everywhere.
The only thing that would sooth the WDA’s murderous itch was subaqueous peat of a mesotrophic bog. Therein he was surprised by bees.
This is like the last picture but for the absence of Pim and Bim who’ve left their bees and gone to reconnect with friends.
If you’ve been wondering what had happened to Pim and Bim, they’d retreated from the world to raise bees.
