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