“Drawn?” the shark asked, still rather confused. “So’re they created? Not really reproduced like other animals?” he inquired curiously. “Can anyone make a Toon, or… is it a different kind ‘f process?” Surely he had seen children draw figures in the sand. Was it as simple as that? It must not have been, because he hadn’t recalled said figures getting up and swimming away.
“Nope. Other than storks and some very rare exceptions, Toons are just created.”
The Repairman considered Bruce’s second question. True, there were plenty of drawings, sculptures, and renders that remained inanimate, but why did some become alive?
“Er… I’m not too sure, myself,” he finally said, rubbing his hand behind his head, "I think it has something to do with having the drawing do something, but…“
He tried to avoid Bruce’s gaze. He was a Toon; how did he not know this?
Siblings-a-Fixin' 