It's hard as balls finding an anatomy reference--in this case, muscles--for a prehistoric creature. But here he is.
Lelethe was a Forgotten Beast. He was the only one of his kind. He was a skinless dimetrodon with a bloated body. Beware his webs!
Well, that was a thing.
He forgot how to horse.
Bonus shot of Ludwig.
Last year--some time in August, I think--I saw a homeless couple with a baby on the 16th street mall. I gave them a pretty big sum of money. I won't say how much, but it sure as hell wasn't just pocket change. Even if I found out tomorrow that the baby had been just a prop and they were panhandling for a living, I have no regrets. It isn't my place to decide.
There's a lot of evil ninnies and twits in this world. Trump. Ted Nugent. Rick Scott. People who abuse and kill animals and children for fun. I could go on. It's easy to fall into despair because you get hung up on that sort. I try to defeat them by being the best person I can be. Not according to what so-called Christians say I should do, but what I know is really right. I don't need any religion of any sort to tell me what that is.
I'm rambling. The point is, I often think of that couple and their baby, and wonder how they fared through the winter, and if they're better off now.
We need more people like them (good people, rich or poor) and fewer Trumps in the world.
Me: Friend, I need the thing you promised.
Friend: Oh. Well. I just didn't want you to feel stressed, and I was hoping you'd not need it.
Me: Okay. this is why I have trust issues.