The first time I drew Stella (the cow), it was just a coincidence that she was trying to pull off being something other than a cow. Now, I’m really enjoying putting her in situations where she clearly doesn’t belong. I have no explanation how she got up in this tree, or how she’s surviving on a diet of worms and regurgitated berries, but she looks happy.
As an aside, this doodle is for my nephew Cole.
