Circo Blanco

I've got a whole batch of achromatic beasties in the works.

I'm afraid they've rather taken over the studio. Generalissima Meg (that's what she has been calling herself) has proven to be quite the rabble-rouser. She has declared herself high-commander-in-charge (her words) and has made propaganda posters and everything. She was met with some initial resistance, but being the only beastie with a mouth really helped her in the debates. Generally speaking, such minor mutinies stay pretty tame due to their born-yesterday lack of organizational skills. But this batch seems to be different somehow. There is definite evidence of parliamentary procedure.

I hesitate to properly attach some of the more vehement ones' limbs as I'm afraid arsenals might be established. Oh sure, what harm could they do wielding nothing but thimbles and embroidery needles?
Plenty! There have been unsuccessful coups before,
and the occasional Band-aid was needed, lemme tell you.

She's even got the Little Reds sounding the chorus,
"Circo Blanco!"

I don't know where she learned Spanish. sigh.

God help me when I've given mouths to the rest of them.