Over a decade ago, a friend said I should draw a cartoon tailored to a story he was dreaming up about a man trapped in a large abandoned arena with a herd of giraffes. Every thousand years a dime-sized hole would briefly open in the side of the arena, and through this hole the man would frantically make his case to passersby. It might have been more sensible to select time intervals of a hundred years, or to concoct a less absurd idea altogether, but the friend was quite young when he thought of this story that was never written.
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