Stanley the Ninja Pidge

30 x 30cm

Acrylic and oil pastel on canvas

PAGE 5 of The Stanley Saga

As the twins touched down on the top of the slider bun Stanley sprang into action.

His years of training in the ancient avian art of Pidge -Foo made him swift and effective as one hit dislodged the bun lid from Wingman’s mouth, sending him sprawling across the astro turf.

Swoops dove in to try and intercept the bready prey and Stanley twirled, rounding on him with expert precision and a mortal combat move to end all moves.

He lined him up in a classic ninja stance as Swoops face dropped in recognition of his foe.

“Stanley the Ninja Pidge!”

Wingman upon hearing that name took off screeching with his one pathetic tail feather between his legs.

Stanley could hear other voices around him now. The table of three friends behind him were gasping in awe.