Our Canan

Kurtz -

Ah, our pursuit of your madman and ours has led this tiny band through the midst of tiny travails (pink eye, red throat, black dreams) and into sweet Canaan itself! Although the talents of our resident nurse practitioner has rendered each member as fit as the day he (or she) was born, we've found it necessary to upgrade certain equipment to secure the promises of a land of flowing milk and honey.

No additional license required!

Indeed, a warm calm has descended upon our tiny band as we settle this filial promised land. The new pilgrim has even taken to acquainting himself with the indigenous flora and fauna on his first of many safaris.

 Camouflage, naturally.

The little guy loved it, though admittedly, upon sighting a lone drone bee he immediately hushed and retreated to the safety of his bush conveyance and, upon arriving home, availed himself of every complementary convenience our hut can offer.

- Marlowe