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Title: Moby Bone
Series: Bone #13
Author: Jeff Smith
Rating: 3.5 of 5 Stars
Genre: Comics
Pages: 22
Words: 1K
| Synopsis: |
From Boneville.fandom.com
Fone Bone is dreaming that he is in the position of Ishmael in Moby Dick. Phoney is turned into Captain Ahab, and a confused Fone Bone soon finds out that only he knows his identity in this dream. Ahab-Phoney soon spots Moby Dick (Smiley). In the chase to catch him, Fone Bone is thrown overboard and into the sea. Managing to grab onto a coffin, he calls for Phoney, a call that is not answered. Suddedly, a tidal wave appears, and Fone Bone sees the Great Red Dragon’s head in the wave.
Fone Bone wakes up and finds himself in an empty house. When he goes outside, he realizes that he overslept. Walking around, he meets up with Ted. Ted tells him it’s already the afternoon and asks him how his love poetry is doing. After panning his choice on a previous poem, Ted jumps off, and an irritated Fone Bone walks off to work on another. THIS poem almost gets spotted by Thorn as Fone Bone is writing (he quickly hides it before she can really see what it is) She asks him if he remembered his dream (the one that she saw him in while she was on watch duty). He recollected the dream in short fashion, then asked her if she had any dreams. She retold him her dream, also meantioned that him, or at least his face, was in the dream as well, and then left to continue with her work. Bashful Bone, however, didn’t notice this, and pulled out some flowers for her…only to find out that the DRAGON had taken her place. When asked about the dream Fone Bone had (that included his head), the Dragon merely meantioned that both Bone and Thorn’s dreams were intruded (the Dragon reveals that he purposely invaded Fone Bone’s dream by saying “Welcome aboard, Ishmael.”). At that, the Dragon walks off, leaving Bone to angrily stammer and finally tell/yell at the Dragon to stay out of his dreams, all the while wondering how the Dragon knew.
Two distractions aside, he continues on his poems…only to be spotted writing them by Smiley and Phoney, who, almost imediately, takes the poems and starts reading them. Phoney, at this time, thinks that Fone Bone is starting to look like “a drooling idiot” to Thorn…until Fone Bone reveals he hasn’t shown them to her. Then Phoney claims that Fone Bone is getting a little too obedient to them; Fone Bone says that Gran’ma Ben has been giving them a home and food; the LEAST they could do would be to help out with the chores. Phoney points out that Fone Bone hasn’t seen Smiley and Phoney drop what they’re doing everytime Thorn and Gran’ma Ben snap their fingers…right when a bell rings-the dinner bell, as Smiley and Phoney deem it as-and the two cousins run toward the noise, with Fone Bone trailing behind.
However, they found Gran’ma waitng behind the house for them; they weren’t going to be eating dinner yet, because the Bones were going to be making it. She sends Smiley with a pot to get some hot water and brings Fone Bone and Phoney to the chickens, where their job is to kill four chickens and dip them in the water that Smiley would bring back. At the mere mention of how they were going to kill them, they fainted, leaving Gran’ma to kill them herself, which she does, muttering to her self angrily, “City boys!”
| My Thoughts: |
This was actually a little scary as you realize that even dreams are now going to be a battleground.
The last page just made me laugh. Phoney and Fone are supposed to kill 4 chickens for dinner and Gran’ma Ben tells them they can wring their necks before cutting their heads off if they don’t want the chickens running around afterwards. So they faint. Gran’ma Ben’s reaction is literally picture perfect. I can imagine myself having this reaction too in the right circumstances.
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