Ferald Picture Book: Illustration Samples

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Ferald's Hollow Log House

It sits on top of a small hill, designed and built by his own two hands, looking out over Woodzley like the eyes of nature, it's Ferald's beloved Hollow Log House. When Ferald first came to Woodzley when he was just a baby ferret. He grew up with the creative talent to build anything that he could draw on paper. One of the first things that he drew was a picture of a Hollow Log House, he knew that someday that picture would become his dream home--and with a little time and effort, it certainly has. Within this house, there's a living space fit for a ferret. There is a room for sleeping, a kitchen, a living room, a basement and much more. Ferald lives by himself, but he has plenty of friends and many things to do to keep him busy. He loves taking care of his home, Ferald is pretty good at fixing almost anything around the house, even on top on top of the house. He also has a garden where he likes to grows lettuce. Perhaps when Ferald finds the time, maybe he'll even paint his house, but for now, he thinks it's perfect just the way it is.      

Ferald Feeling Blue

A tragedy has happened here tonight. There is evidence of it all over the ground. Pieces and bits of bark that once made up the walls of Ferald's beloved hollow log house is all that remains. Unbeknown to Ferald, while he was out and about, someone or something completely demolished his home. It is a sad time for Ferald indeed, he has nowhere to live, nowhere to go. "Who would do something like this!" he cried. He missed his hollow log house. Ferald sat in the same spot, day after day and night after night, on top of a small hill where his house once stood. 

As the night came around once again, an anomaly shines bright like a shimmering diamond coming down from above. So bright is this light, that it looks as if it's the only star piercing through the dark. It's moving in closer and closer -- this is certainly no star. 

After crying himself to sleep, Ferald is awakened by a bow-legged alien named Qwiby. A bit startled by the visitor, Ferald soon learn that his new celestial friend, has the power to make that which is broken whole again. The pieces and bits of bark that once made up his home, and was scattered about amongst the ground, began to piece themselves together. Ferald watched in awe as his house seem to repair itself right in front of his eyes. There stood his home in all of its whimsical detail. When Ferald turned to ask Qwiby how in the world did he do that...he was gone.   

Ferald and The Rotten Pumpkins

Tonight's the night when Ferald's fears are put to an unforgettable test. There is a Valley of Rotten Pumpkins just at the edge of Woodzley. Where Ferald on a dare ventures out across this obscure land, as his friends watch too scared to join him. These pumpkins have sat in this valley for most of their lives, they do not like visitors of any kind. This valley is a deserted wasteland of rotten hope and dead dreams, and it is the only place that they call home. Always are their gooey insides turning like a tainted bowl of stew, always are they detached from the world outside of their own. 

It is said that they are unable to move...unable to cause any harm...but nothing is further from the truth. Together they hold a dark secret, and when this secret is set in motion, it is felt the world over. Ferald is the first to ever cross path with their hidden secret, which is caused by a chain reaction, when the wick on their stem begins to mysteriously light by itself. Ferald watches in horror as each candle mysteriously sparks a light from one pumpkin to the next. It is when all of the candles are lit, like a beacon of fear that cuts through the dark, they summon a creature from underneath the valley that is so massive, that the tree that you see before you, is really a single hair follicle on top of its head.

RUN FERALD RUN! Now the pumpkins are evil decorations on the head of this Halloween Beast, that is now chasing a tiny yellow spot moving as fast as he can to save his own life. There is hope yet, as the creature cannot leave the sphere of the valley, it returns to the ground from which it came. And what of Ferald, he has proven to his friends that he is not afraid of crossing the Valley of the Rotten Pumpkins. 

Ferald In The Water

 

Sometimes, Ferald likes to discover something new and sometimes something new isn't found on land. I would say that this ferret is a pretty good swimmer, and that he enjoys venturing down into deep waters—where there are various creatures whom look nothing like himself. Ferald can see the turtles and the dolphins shimmering in the water from afar. He admires the various sea creatures, from the seahorse to the jellyfish. Perhaps he’ll make a friend or two down there. There are so many creatures swimming about, you can loose your way in a school of goldfish. The current takes you where it wants you to go. And all that you can do is hope for the best, that it takes you where you wanna go. However, it seems someone or something has its eyes on Ferald. This is his domain and he knows it well. This creature of tentacles and no fins, isn’t looking to make friends with land dwellers.

Ferald On The Run

A thunderous growl echoes throughout Woodzley like a scream from a mountain peak. Ferald is baffled by which direction the familiar sound is coming from. But he knows all too well who's behind that growl. Ferald passes by a tall grove of bushes, each twig that he steps on has him jumping like a frog. He is on full alert, and he knows that Meany could be present around any tree and down any dirt road. There's a patch of arable land that seems clear of danger from his sight ahead. The sunlight hits Ferald's eyes, he shades them with his hand, he can barely see in front of him, as he lowers his head slightly. When he looks up his eyes meet Meany's--and then the chase is on!     

Ferald Sleepwalking

Every so often, when Ferald is bored and lacking the attention that an upbeat and unruly ferret needs. He would scurry out of his hollow log house and into the night. He enjoyed pretending that he was sleepwalking to draw some attention to himself. It was Pozzum who usually followed a sleepwalking Ferald around, to make sure that he’s alright. With his arms stretched out in front of him, his eyes closed shut, he walked up and down over two small mounds and headed on his way. He followed a muddy path down by the river’s edge. He shuffled through the willow grove and onto the back of the sleeping turtle’s head. He marched under the hive of a bunch of grumpy bumblebees, he even walked around the grounds of Pozzum's favorite tree. Birzy, Kingston and Mr. Wiggly tried to wake Ferald up by yelling out his name. Hey Ferald! He just smiled, didn’t look back and ignored them all the same. When Ferald was pleased with all of the attention that he had just received. Ferald headed back home to his hollow log house, as a weary Pozzum followed behind him, she collapsed on his bed and fell asleep.

Ferald Drawing By The Waterfall

There's a time when the creative spirit takes over, and you enter into a place where you want to get into yourself. Let ideas flows, and create something fanciful that only you can claim to be you own. For Ferald, this place lies just beyond a small willow grove. This isn't just any ol' place, it's set amid Woodzley's biggest waterfall. It is where creativity meets the soothing sound of nature's ever flowing water. This liquid of life serves as the backdrop to an even greater creative flow. Ferald brings along with him some crayons, a blank piece of paper and an imagination a mile long. He is upbeat and his happiness comes from the drawing that he sees before him. This is where he creates him own world. There is nowhere that he cannot go, nothing that he cannot do, he can become as unruly as he wants to be. Images collide, colors cascade...and we witness something that wasn't there before. His mind is a vast realm now, the crayon is his rocket-ship and the paper is his launching pad. Art is his next destination to anywhere he wants to go. Now he is ready to take off!

Ferald's Frantic Fish

There are boundless streams, ponds, lakes and rivers swirling around throughout Woodzley. I can assure you, that it won't take long before Ferald finds an adventure amid its waterways. Usually, he allows nothing to stand between him and having a little fun, but even in shallow waters...there's always one or two frantic exceptions to the rule. Swim pass the floating twigs, the lily pads and the seaweed all rolled into a cluster. Go ahead, splash around and feel the soothing water trickle down your face. Just don't fall in...thinking that the native fish will take kindly to your untimely visit.      

Ferald's Ice-Cream Beach Delight

Life is a beach for Ferald. On one of the hottest days of the year, you'll find him relaxing under the sun, and gulping down an ice-cream soda. He gets up pretty early to be by himself, there's nothing like pretending that the entire beach belongs to you. And nothing more satisfying than having the sand beneath your paws, and feeling the weight of the world being lifted off your shoulders. A lingering calm comes over the sky, as the seagulls make their daily round. In its splendor, the atmosphere can warm your heart, and you can lose yourself in a picturesque realm. Ferald doesn't do anything in the heat of the moment, instead, he does it all for the cool in him.

Getting to know Ferald and his Pals

The yellow fur bearer is Ferald. He and his pals live in a simple place known only as Woodzley. This fanciful patch of land is where you'll also find Mr. Wiggly, Pozzum, Kingston, Birzy and Sahsha. Ferald himself lives in a Hollow Log House built by his own two hands. All of Ferald's friends in a collection of artwork based on my characters. Bound to his next adventure, born to have fun, known for his love of nature...Ferald has enough whimsy to make children smile and adults feel young again.

To say that Pozzum has a crush on Ferald would be an understatement. This cute nuisance worships the ground he walks on, sometimes, she even calls him "My Ferald." An adorable drama queen wrapped up in a bow...that's simply who she is. If she's not wanting to join Ferald on his latest adventure, you can find her hanging upside down in her favorite tree. Oh, and she doesn't like Sahsha very much.

Mr. Wiggly is the oldest and wisest creature in Woodzley, his knowledge of nature is boundless. I guess you can call him something of a father figure to Ferald. His days are mostly spent in his mossy realm making toast and tea. Sometimes he's annoyed by Ferald's juvenile antics, but he admires his adventurous curiosity for nature and his carefree ways.

Kingston is a ubiquitous little cub who is sneaky, gullible, playful and bossy all rolled up into one. Yet, he's always fun to be around. You can usually find him in his dusty little den.

Birzy a talkative whippoorwill who's a faithful friend to anyone. He has a phobia about getting mud in between his toes, so he tries not to land on the ground, even when it's not muddy. This is why he's usually found on top of one's head, especially Ferald's.

Ferald's girl-ferret friend Sahsha. She's nice, polite, friendly and caring. No one knows where Sahsha lives. Once every-so-often she would visit Woodzley, to pick some wildflowers to eat along the willow grove. Ferald adores her, but he doesn't seem to pay much attention to Pozzum whenever Sahsha is around, and that just doesn't sit well with Pozzum.

His name is Meany, and he's a friend to no one. Once, in a distant part of Woodzley, lived a docile and noble grizzly bear. Never should have he drank from a puddle of tainted water--that was surged with a portion of spoiled blueberries and a hint of magic. This liquid that does not evaporate nor freeze, has now and forevermore altered him. His brown fur turned as black as coal, his blue eyes serve as a beacon of evil. Where nobility once stood, now lies a vicious persona of his former self...who only lives to destroy. Ferald has met his enemy and he is BIG! Those claws on his paws can cut through steel. He is feared by all. Do not let him see you, if he does, you better RUN...and you better not get caught!