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Keeping again to the left, you would expect to further work yourself into the more sparce sections of the forest. The reduction of coniferous closure and into the more intermediate grasses in which a mother deer would be shot in front of animated watercolour paintings. Your mind muses back to the days of hand drawn animation. When the Eight Old Women of Rat Bastard Animation still made sure that everything had a true sense of captured skill and grace. Where a young you drew faces from circles and slants as you tried to copy the animation masters of old, not knowing you were part of the last generation to spring from pen, paint and ink before the robots came. You should have seen the signs. You never had to look far to see a character from Rat Bastard animation. Murky the Rat, Despot Duck and his Nazi Nieces, Ludicrous the talking dog who was a single father struggling to raise his son, Minimus. However as you walk the path and think to yourself, you had to search through hell and high water to find the names of the artists who laid the backgrounds, set the type for their comics, drew the characters. If this is how they chose to treat the greats when they didn't have the options of getting the computer to do it, then human creativity was always destined to reach-

A dead end.