Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Beast Buddies 13 through 16
My series of 100 custom Beast Buddies are going strong. Here's a montage of numbers 13 through 16 and their stories. Get your Beast Buddies at www.bryancollins.bigcartel.com or on Etsy at www.bryancollins.etsy.com while they last.
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There is no question as to whether or not the Zikka bird still exists, because we caught one! After we wrestled him from the mouth of a savage python, he told us he is the last of his kind, and our intervention stopped the total annihilation of the species. Once we were safely out of the jungle, the Zikka asked that we take him back with us and find him a place he can live safely and be near a good supply of peanut butter. Apparently the rest of his kind died off from a lack of nutty protein.
It is a perilous endeavor, wrangling Beast Buddies, and anything that can make our expeditions go a little smoother we will consider. While trying to track down a guide who wasn't trying to lead us to the remote clans of headhunting tribesmen, or swindling us out of every penny we had is our possession, we crossed paths with a Sherpa who had an interesting array of strange gear-packing companions. He loaned us his red zebra, aka Zed Rebra, and we headed out. Upon our return he told us that Zed had never looked so happy. He told us to keep him, and find him a good home.
The largest frogs know to mankind are in the Camaroon region of Africa. They are big enough to eat a fawn. It sounded like a great place to hunt for some Beast Buddies. What we were not prepared for was the undiscovered subterranean creature you see here. Lured out with some yummy bacon strips and hot jalapeno-scrambled eggs, this guy was easily caged into a Beast Buddies box and sent to his new home.
Duck Billed Wanderer
After stumbling across the completely unknown Salsa Spiro Beast Buddies in Mexico, we were back on track hunting the Duck Billed Wanderer. The locals told us the best way to find him was to leave a trail of bread crumbs. Not for us to find our way back home (seriously, we have GPS systems, you know) but so that the Wanderer would come across the trail and follow it to us. Upon luring this beast to our camp, he kept us entertained for hours with stories of his travels and silly songs that echoed an influence of Jacob Dillon and the Wallflowers. He lives free, waddling across the globe with no destination, waiting for adventure to find him. If he happens to wander out of your sight, just build a crackling campfire, whip out an acoustic guitar, and use the trick with the bread crumbs. He’ll be whistling his way back sometime.