A blog with pen, ink and pencil sketches and cartoons, illustrated folktales of dubious origins, incomprehensible public awareness campaigns, a whimsical and eclectic collection of fantastic beasts, some illustrations, the occasional animated experiment and a bunch of mistranslated jokes.

The Chicken’s Paw

The Chicken's Paw Flash Fiction Illustration

One in a hundred chicken feet has the property to grant a wish to anyone who dares to ask for it. The procedure is simple: before you eat the feet, you stare at it while mentally formulate your desire. If it is one of the gifted ones (there is no way to know in advance), your wish will invariably come true when your body has finished with its digestive process.

As usual in these scenarios, the prodigy is the work of a cocky, spiteful and whimsical little demon who enjoys taking your requests in a deceptively literal way, without bothering to consider the disastrous consequences of its strict fulfillment.

Some mystics claim that a foolproof grammar is the best weapon to try to outwit the demon. Others argue that the only effective recipe to reduce and even eliminate the catastrophic side effects of fulfilled wishes, no matter how eccentric and dangerous they may seem, is to boil the chicken without skin and to serve it with a frugal portion of potatoes. Some hermetics also suggest that it pairs very well with a Malbec wine.

Straw Bird

Pen and ink drawing of a Straw Bird

The claimed “bird” depicted above serves me as an excuse to let you know that I have just created a Twitter account where all my blog updates will be automagically reposted.

In the same vein I’ve also created a Telegram channel I invite you to join:

Note: Both are automatically updated from the Spanish feed of this blog but, as they say, images are more or less universal.

Incomplete Metamorphosis

Incomplete Metamorphosis - Ballpoint abstract drawing

It could have become a colorful butterfly or, knowing me, more likely a brown moth. But, as so many times in my drawings, the miracle did not happen.

I’m not gonna deny you that I feel some guilt. Now, an even more ephemeral life awaits she than perhaps the one she had already dreamed (as long as it is able to dream something which has no form or name).

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