so Oliver built himself a flying machine...

He hid in the trees and he hid behind bushes and he waited behind boulders and he waited by the pools they came to drink at but he simply had no luck. Finally, being somewhat of a tinkerer he relinquished his chase for a while and busied himself in his workshop. After a good many days and a good many nights he had finished. This time, he was quite certain his endeavor would not be in vain.

This is a print of an original illustration with microns and sharpies.

Printed on matte finish fine art paper with archival ink.

and i'll ship it very safely...promise.