Catch a fish, a juicy fish, so juicy sweeeeeeet.... But wait a minute..you aren't a fish now are ya? Oh well. Waste not....

Add another one to the pile. Pudge takes pleasure in his patchwork of skin, this demented butcher is a nightmare to all who come across him....

"Oh these ol things? Got em off a bard, travelin fru me woods. We had a laugh and a meal he and I. Well, we both had a laugh anyways."...

Pudge may have a few screws loose, but that doesn't make the conversations with his hatchet are any less meaningful. He loves his hatchet, and his hatchet loves blood. And pudge is nothing if not a people pleaser......

A most amusing quilt. Pudge's patches werent always pudge's patches.......