Trench fries

Here is a little sneak into my Bachelor project, a picture book about a goat and self-determination. Still procrastinating in between. Which is good, I think! Because I put all the things to paper I've had in mind for many weeks. For me there is nothing quite similar like drawing. Okay, except for playing an instrument or eating French fries (which are not at all French but Belgian, did you know that? Someone messed up their original name "trench fries". HAHA!)

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I'm sorry, family. No French fries. They only had hot dogs.