An upbeat and unruly blog of cartoons based on Ferald characters created by Keith Williams.
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It sits on top of a small hill, designed and built by his own two hands, looking out over Woodzley like the eyes of nature, it's Ferald's beloved Hollow Log House. When Ferald first came to Woodzley when he was just a baby ferret. He grew up with the creative talent to build anything that he could draw on paper. One of the first things that he drew was a picture of a Hollow Log House, he knew that someday that picture would become his dream home--and with a little time and effort, it certainly...
On a quiet and clear day, you can hear the song of a whippoorwill echoing throughout Woodzley, from one end to the other. This particular morning brings a singing whippoorwill, who seems to have a song at the ready to ring in the new day. From all around, Ferald can hear little wings flapping, and he can hear the rhythm of chirping noises getting louder--he looks up but the sun blocks his view. Ferald doesn't need to see who it is, he has already heard this song...
A tragedy has happened here tonight. There is evidence of it all over the ground. Pieces and bits of bark that once made up the walls of Ferald's beloved hollow log house is all that remains. Unbeknown to Ferald, while he was out and about, someone or something completely demolished his home. It is a sad time for Ferald indeed, he has nowhere to live, nowhere to go. "Who would do something like this!" he cried. He missed his hollow log house. Ferald sat in the same spot, day after day and night...
Tonight's the night when Ferald's fears are put to an unforgettable test. There is a Valley of Rotten Pumpkins just at the edge of Woodzley. Where Ferald on a dare ventures out across this obscure land, as his friends watch too scared to join him. These pumpkins have sat in this valley for most of their lives, they do not like visitors of any kind. This valley is a deserted wasteland of rotten hope and dead dreams, and it is the only place that they call home. Always are their gooey...
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