...an honest politician--
No, really, something completely different, NOT complete fantasy...
Let's try something else...
A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away...
Let me introduce you to Beaks.
I grew up with English Springer Spaniels. Our first Springer was Morgan, and it was a miracle that we ever got another because he was so crazy. Our second Springer was Megan.
Megan was a much calmer Springer, but like every other Springer (or, for that matter, dog) I've ever met, she had a very different personality. She was quirky. She was a ruthless mole-hunter. She ate pears--right off the tree. Like many Springers, she developed ear issues, and eventually went completely deaf--which was when she started sleeping on the dining room table so that she could hear the vibrations in the dining room window when Dad came home. When we told Dad that we'd discovered her doing this, he remarked, "So that's why the stamps kept sticking to the table!"
Springers do just that: they spring. One time Mom made a roast and Morgan went from a standing start to ON the table. Having done this, he looked very shocked and got down immediately. Another time I came home from college and Dad motioned to me to come to the back door. We walked outside , where Megan was sleeping, and he said, "Megan, squirrel."
Megan sprang up, tore out into the yard, and then began boinging like a gazelle (much later, I learned that this behavior is referred to as "pronking". Hilarity ensued.
At about the same time, Dad started calling calling Megan "Beak" because her nose seemed to be into everything. Not only did the moniker stick, it became a part of our family language, referring to any English Springer Spaniel. Even my husband and our friends use it.
And then one day Dad and I were shooting the breeze and he wondered, out loud, what would happen if Megan could actually fly. This resulted in rather a lot of rather whimsical art, and eventually beading...Beaded Crest
But it didn't end there. Soon I was drawing little cartoons in the margins of my college notebooks. Once I thought them long-lost, but in the process of sorting through the recently transferred contents of an old exterior hard drive (RIP Anubis Drive, you served me well) I ran across a file called "Soph--Beaks". I thought it was photographs...but it was not. Back in the days when printer/scanners were shiny and new, my best friend scanned EVERYTHING, including, it appeared, my cartoons.
So, that's Beaks. Prepare yourselves for some silly scribbling and perfectly awful puns!