The Blackberry Monster.
Well I assume he was a monster.
I found him while walking through woodland. So bad tempered, he stabbed me with a huge thorn and scowled as I picked blackberries to eat.
We chatted while I drew his portrait. He hated walkers who ate blackberries, didn’t like rain, sun, shade or the tiny insects that nibbled his grumpy face.
And then I ate him. Yum. 🥴
The Blackberry Monster