. . . a Cyclops and a high-functioning alcoholic miraculously produce a baby alien whose heart is full of love. A little girl stops by to venerate the slug-like creature. Cheers! says the Dad, his legs and feet a blur of action as he pedals a unicycle in place. And thus begins the wonderful story of . . .
No, honestly: I forget what this picture is about. But it's been hanging in my kitchen for two weeks and, for some reason, I am not ready to take it down.