The Ear of the Hank

I admit it. I'm thinking of heavy things this week. And since I'm not up for blogging about those, I will devote a few days just to Hankie Themes.

Such as his left ear.

Hankie's ear is very helpful. When things in my brain pan get too preoccupied with the maudlin, I make myself very very tiny. So tiny, in fact, that even when standing straight up I can walk inside this ear, find a comfortable spot (there are many) and sit down.

I take out a Lilliputian box of saltines and a jar of peanut butter the size of half a grain of rice and have a snack. Hankie's ear sometimes involuntarily twitches from all the hubbub inside it, and I fly against the earwall and am momentarily confused. But then he falls asleep and as I enjoy the amber/pink stained glass of such a paper-thin ear, so do I.