I didn’t make up this calling each other by sarcastic titles; it’s a routine we find in German comedy. Most recently I saw it in the work of Rolf König.
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Always was happy with Stinz sneaking along in a crawl, in the third panel. He learned to do that in the army. He’s probably the only half-horse in the valley who can crawl.
A friend’s family had a horse that would crawl under the fence to snatch pork chops off the grill. Well, those who know horses know they are not cutesy bunny-puppies. They’re rhinos (literally) with teeth, hooves and temper, and any fool that disrespects a horse deserves what he or she gets. And we love them for it. More.
Well, we all pee. I’d say, “This isn’t a kid’s book,” except this is the sort of scene would make a kid happy. They’re into the – ahem – functions.
I used to think the line got away from me on these last few pages. Now I realize I was drawing it like I was drunk, too. It will do that.
If you’ve ever seen Whiskey Galore, after the islanders have their first good drinks after rescuing the water-of-life, the sun rises on the narrator slurring and nearly giggling.
He means Brüna would kill him later. She would, of course, welcome any guest, at least officially.
Everybody’s too drunk to fight by now. Their wives are waiting for them, too.
AND they’re all drunk, including Stinz.
They’re sort of like the ancient Germans, only they only discuss questions when they’re sober – they vote when they’re drunk. I think they think it’s like hypnotism; they wouldn’t actually do anything they wouldn’t do when they’re sober?
This is not going to come out well….
What’s the old saying? Nobody who wants public office should be allowed to hold it?
So he’ll be a really good mayor, right?
Give ‘em a chance and this bunch of stallions will just start kicking each other.

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