Mister Yumy Tummy Bun Bun lived in a meadow and had no control of his feng shui. This caused him to feel a constant sense of vague unease which only deepened when he saw how big & disordered the world really was.
How, I am never asked, did Mister Yumy Tummy Bun-Bun come to be? It’s a funny story. Well, at any rate, it’s a story. I keep a large variety of art supplies on the desk at my workplace (in an original Cannonball Run Big Gulp cup), and a co-worker of mine noticed that I had a single colored pencil, a peach shade, amongst my pens and pencils. She asked me what I used it for, and I replied, apropos of nothing, “I use it to draw bunny rabbits.” She scoffed at this, because my artwork normally runs to the extremely macabre and violent. To prove my point, I drew a rather hideous and confused bunny, and, in search of the most overly cutesy-cute name I could think of, called him Mister Yummy (sic) Tummy Bun-Bun. For some reason, I kept drawing him, gradually making him more cuddly-looking while reducing the overall bizzaro factor of his adventures (they were pretty bizarre-the powers that be at work would not allow my friend to display those early cartoons on her desk because of their disturbing content). After about a year, during which time the cast expanded, contracted, and shifted, I drew about three or four Bun-Bun cartoons every day, enough to convince my invaluable major domo and webmistress that I could, in fact, sustain a daily cartoon blog. Thus, The Fretting Zoo was born, and now occupies the fleeting attention of literally fives of people almost every day.
Thanks for visiting, and come back soon. I think I’ve almost got the handwriting thing mastered, and hope soon to actually start figuring out how to draw.
R. Roland Rhodes