Description ...He sighed and nodded to himself. This was as it should be. It was his job, after all, and now it was time to move on. Just as he turned around, something light and papery fell from above and landed between his feet. It seemed to the Reaper as if it were intended for him. It was only a leaf. Just a dried up crinkly thing. But it looked very fine tied to his scythe with a stray bit of thread. Perhaps, if you are lucky - or if you are not - you will see it yourself one day.
Katy Towell, Los Angeles Member Since November 2009 Artist Statement The Childrin of Childrin R Skary are a lot of misfit kiddos with questionable hobbies. They frequently find themselves the source of mayhem and destruction for which they've earned a dismal reputation. They mean well most of the time but for obvious reasons have difficulty securing friendships or babysitters. Not to worry - they keep themselves entertained. ("Not to worry," in this case, means "RUN FOR YOUR LIVES.")