More changes, and my studio's a mess to show for it. (But that's what a studio is for, isn't it? And I get to close the door on it and go home). Spent the last two days there, juggling imagery. Finally getting over to the third panel (top pic).
My grandmother was always singing some funny old rhyme...
Martha Mariah spit in the fire,
The fire was too hot, so she spit on the pot,
The pot was too round, so she spit on the ground,
The ground was too flat, so sho spit on the cat,
And the cat ran away with the spit on its back!