Model T

I've been 'drawn' to these figures on my evening train commute. What shall we call them?


Mr. Ting,
No rhymes the reason,
Our Ma'wahng sprang away,
Beep, squeak and giggles,
Gone too, the Chweebian lute and fiddle!

~ Mr. Reinhart.

Snacks

The Proprietor of Binty's Emporium.

Mr. Bix
muttered something between bites.

Mr. Ting has a stick...

St. Justinian Fairfax Vulpini

"...pretending not to notice the creature that had been silently tailing me since I left the valley; levitating...the apparition didn't alarm me (these are the Northern Wilds after all) ...more baffled by the Cryptid's monastic robe."

Partially legible log entries
of Hasphaean Schmidt

East of Eden

Neither Cherub nor Hesperidae
may guard Salvation's Tree
But Mah-ma-moot the Guileless
most Gentle of the Nwees
~
Host of Seraphims (Lord of Two Trees)

The Road to Reverie Bay...

In which St. John Bartholomew tames
the Nephilim's gruesome appetite

The LoTT is my light and my salvation—
whom shall I fear?
When evil men advance against me
to devour my flesh,
they will stumble and fall.

~ Chweebian Psalms 27:1-3