Say what you will for Kona, but what a bad ass! Look at all the beasties he takes on armed only with a knife!
No sign of the family, though. Must be Spa Day. “Sorry, Kona, you’ll have to handle today’s menace yourself,” they might say, as Kona rolls his eyes and mutters, “Oh, no, really?”
My one fear of running so many of these covers is that they will start to bleed together. They shouldn’t. Each single one of them it utterly fantastic.