Cornprone hand-signed ltd. ed. serigraph print #130
A raccoon can eat his weight in roastin’ ears and the more he eats the more he weight, and the more he weighs…well you see what I mean. Watch for him on those warm summer nights when the kernel swells the husk and the gardener dreams of feasts forthcoming by moon-light, raccoon on the cob. Come morning, hear the gardener mutter, “Nothin’ left but th’fodder.” But, aw shucks, ain’t he a cute little fritter?
1 in stock