Cartoonist [CONFIRMED - SERIES]

Arthur blinked his eyes open. He looked down at the paper. The panel where he had drawn Barnaby was completely blank. "What on earth..." Arthur muttered, rubbing his eyes. Tap-tap-tap.

Arthur stared at the living cartoon, picked up his pencil with a shaking hand, and began to draw a steering wheel.

Tired of drawing the same old political satire, Arthur decided to sketch something just for himself. He dipped his G-nib pen into the inkwell and drew a tiny, mischievous mouse wearing a top hat and a monocle. He named him Barnaby. Arthur gave Barnaby a wide, toothy grin and a cane, chuckling to himself at the absurdity of the character. cartoonist

He blew on the wet ink to help it dry, resting his head on his arms for just a moment to close his eyes.

"No touching the merchandise! I'm still fresh!" Barnaby squeaked. "Now, if you don't mind, this desk is incredibly boring. Why don't you draw us a tiny sports car? I'd like to see the world." Arthur blinked his eyes open

Arthur sat at his cluttered wooden desk, the glow of his desk lamp casting long, sharp shadows across a stack of Bristol board. He was a cartoonist for a dying local newspaper, known for his syndicated strip, The Daily Grump . His hands were perpetually stained with India ink, and his mind was usually preoccupied with meeting his midnight deadline.

"The line work on my left leg is a bit heavy, don't you think?" Barnaby asked, his voice sounding like the squeak of a wet marker on a whiteboard. "But overall, a splendid job, Creator!" "What on earth

He turned his head toward his inkwell. Standing right on the rim of the glass jar was Barnaby. He was three-dimensional, perfectly inked, and completely alive. The tiny mouse tipped his top hat toward Arthur, leaning casually on his drawn cane.