PiBoIdMo Day 15: Adam F. Watkins Illustrates November (plus a prize)

My favorite is your robot sketch!!!

This is a cross between a blunderbuss and a pop gun, and it has been in the boy’s family for generations. He is very excited to bring it to Colonial Day at school, but as soon as he arrives, Principal Miles Meanish tells him, “No weapons at school!” The boy skulks away and because this is a picture book, he somehow solves his own problem in under 600 words with a complete story arc and a happy ending.

That picture certainly is worth a thousand words.

WOW!! Wait…did I express that enough? WOWZA! WHOOT! Hhahaha…oh man, this is such a great illustration. I have to admit to having a greater love for the black and white sketch…especially with this beautiful contrast…very very nice. Someone is going to be one lucky duck, next week.
Awesome work ~ 🙂

Amazing illustration!
Thanks!

I’ve seen that look before – from my teenager! What a rich illustration depicting a detested task, I think. Great work!!

Got Grandma’s biscuit. Now for the turkey gravy!

Great illustration!

The fearless hunter set forth into the deep jungle of Massachusetts on his quest for the mysterious man-eating, one eyed, fire-breathing, three legged, purple and green turkey buzzard.

I love the look of determination on his face!

This illustration is so great!! I love his expression and the “FEATHER in his cap!!” And his weapon…watch out light saber…

This book could be about a little guy who is trying to get his first turkey or first indian (and keeps getting outsmarted)but then finds that he really likes the turkey or the indian and wants to be friends instead.

OR it could be about a kid who is fighting his loud big brother and gets transported to another “time period” where he has to defeat big bro with whatever he can find…Of course he finds this gun thing that shoots a fat sponge thing right in his big ole mouth! 🙂

He tamped his musket with tasty corn cake and wedged his lucky turkey feather into his hatband. He would meet his new friend Little Feet at the edge of woods. Together they would bring the best offering of all to the feast.

What? You didn’t know about Little Feet? Love the illustration! Thanks so much.

Abe was looking forward to the first ever Thanksgiving.
When his father and brother were out on a turkey shoot, Abe had been preparing entertainment for the grand feast.
“Musket Love, you’re the firearm I’m thinking of…”
You see, Abe was a lover, not a fighter.
And what Abe loved most was Grandma’s pumpkin pie.
He loved it so much he never shared, and he never let it out of his sights.

So when his brother Jasper told him the fat old turkey out back had plans to gobble up Abe’s pumpkin pie, he was not pleased.
“Gobble, gobble, gobble!”
“That fat old turkey is taunting you!” said Jasper with a snort.
But what could Abe do? Remember, he was a lover not a fighter.
Abe threw himself on the family bed and thought and thought.
He thought until he found the solution right under his nose.

Abe tied his pillow to the end of a string and stuffed it in his musket.
“Musket Love, you’re the firearm I’m thinking of…”
He went out back and took aim.
“Gobble, gobble, gobble!”
POOF!
“Hey, what’s the big idea?” asked the fat old turkey.
“You want to gobble up my pumpkin pie!” said Abe.
“No I don’t. Who told you that?” asked the turkey.
“Jasper!” Abe turned and pointed to the house, where Jasper was preparing to dive into Abe’s pumpkin pie.

“Oh no you don’t!” said Abe, keeping an eye on Jasper while he re-loaded.
“Take THIS, you pie-stealing liar!” Abe ran into the house and pressed the trigger.
“Gooobbbllleee!”
When the turkey hit Jasper, the pie went flying and smacked Grandma right in the face.
Everybody froze.
Abe and Jasper knew they were in big trouble.
“Musket Love, you’re the firearm I’m thinking of…” The fat old turkey had re-loaded, and was backing out of the room.
“Gobble, gobble! See you next year!”