The pantry seems barren yet again. Maybe last night's late binge wasn't such a good idea after all. Once again. The taste of several bags of chips and at least a couple of cans of instant whipped cream lingered in the back of my mouth. The same heaviness that lately has become so engrained in my routine clung some unspecific point deep within my midsection... too vague to pinpoint, yet too strong to disregard.
Still, full as I am, the thought of skipping breakfast was just an absolute abhorrence. Years of happy jingles and endless carefully-worded messages, replayed time and time again, have become indelible in the back of my head.
Breakfast, is —after all— the most important meal of the day. That's what I've been told, at least. So I happily comply. And what better way of doing so than "following your nose".
To no one's surprise (much like a magician pulling a rabit out of their hat), my wing reached all the way to the back of the cupboards and retrieved a colourful cardboard box. All too familiar. My good old friend. My partner in crime. My companion through so many years. And still, even to this day, it sent shivers of excitement down my spine, as if I was a kid playing with their brand new toy. Too enthused with such musings, even before I could get the milk, or even a bowl, i found myself beak-agape and head-tilted-all-the-way-back, filling my chubby cheeks with the sweet glorious rings. Oh the joy of complex carbohydrates.
Absentmindedly, on my way to the fridge to retrieve a gallon of milk, I stared at the box catching a glimpse of something that made me chuckle. "Recommended serving size 30 grams".
Yeah, just the same way my sweat pants are "recommended for 5XL waistlines".
I'm well beyond the point of recommendations anyway. I decide to live my life the way I want. Bathroom scales be damned.
Toucan Sam © Kellogg's
Art © yours truly dragontzin
Still, full as I am, the thought of skipping breakfast was just an absolute abhorrence. Years of happy jingles and endless carefully-worded messages, replayed time and time again, have become indelible in the back of my head.
Breakfast, is —after all— the most important meal of the day. That's what I've been told, at least. So I happily comply. And what better way of doing so than "following your nose".
To no one's surprise (much like a magician pulling a rabit out of their hat), my wing reached all the way to the back of the cupboards and retrieved a colourful cardboard box. All too familiar. My good old friend. My partner in crime. My companion through so many years. And still, even to this day, it sent shivers of excitement down my spine, as if I was a kid playing with their brand new toy. Too enthused with such musings, even before I could get the milk, or even a bowl, i found myself beak-agape and head-tilted-all-the-way-back, filling my chubby cheeks with the sweet glorious rings. Oh the joy of complex carbohydrates.
Absentmindedly, on my way to the fridge to retrieve a gallon of milk, I stared at the box catching a glimpse of something that made me chuckle. "Recommended serving size 30 grams".
Yeah, just the same way my sweat pants are "recommended for 5XL waistlines".
I'm well beyond the point of recommendations anyway. I decide to live my life the way I want. Bathroom scales be damned.
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Hey! Toucan Sam got a redesign recently. And I'm not a fan of the new version. But that's just me and I bet they all might have their reasons for having chosen the new style. I mean those marketing experts sure are doing their job really well because here I am talking about a cereal which it has been ages since I last tried it!
But alas... I digress. In any case I had wanted to draw this iconic bird for the longest of times, and now it felt like a very opportune moment to indulge. So I did! Sam is sure enjoying that lifetime supply he got after being laid off from his duties as cereal mascot. He might be having a tough time coping with the changes in his life, but I'm sure he'll find new opportunities in the future.
I mean, with such supple softness and positively pillowy plumage, he might want to switch in to the pillow making industry. I've heard there are plenty of opportunities to grow there.
So there you go. I can now cross Sam of the endless list of characters I want to draw all fattened up. Stay tuned for more... y'know... eventually.
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Toucan Sam © Kellogg's
Art © yours truly dragontzin
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fat Furs
Species Toucan
Gender Male
Size 1280 x 1280px
The best kind of birb! I bet this was all a consequence of Sam trying Kelsey's cuisine! He followed his nose and ended up falling hook, line and sinker!
Lol! That makes perfect sense! Kelsey's cuisine leaves no waistline un-widened :3
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