Pop-up usurper

"Move over, this is my picture now"

Bird device

It reminds him of his first mobile phone

Let me try once more

"How is the telepathy going?"

Formal arrangements

And the Formal Arranger

I've grown into them

Said the Puzzled Man from over the horizon

You are in a meadow

But there's no guarantee which way your toes are pointing

Single-minded hand

One of the less well known steps in the evolution of autonomous 

v e h i c l e s

Imposter!

Aren't you going to deny it?

I am myself

How unfortunate for you that you are not me

Deflation

It's gradual, you won't even notice it

Onion pants

Too savoury?

Simply titled Apples and Pears

We don't do comparisons. Or recipes

Simultaneous thought bubble

... It's almost like it's trying to communicate ...

Don't let them

Make up your mind for you

Allow me to demonstrate

How we do the brakes

They changed my life

These slippers

Is this the tree change?

I was just going to ask you that

Your popup heart

Is gonna walk all over you

Yay for us

We got us a filing cabinet

Life as a tank

Is now empty and blank

The Sleep Presenter

Today's presentation covers short naps

Woody

A splinter returns to his old neighbourhood

One wheel after another

He hoped he would wake up soon

Lost youth

There came a day when she woke to discover it was gone

The waiting

Waiting to get better at the waiting

Under the moons

Or among them

No ferry

"Not yet" says The Early Bird

Fitting in

Some people can do it standing on their head

Smoke-eater

Don't worry, he's going to fix everything

A pessimist's guide

To enthusiasm

So then

 We can get a ferry to the mainland, have dinner and see a film

Look busy

Add more twigs

The rain

Is not the same

Please indicate gently

As poking may offend

Shhhhhhhh!

I'm making a teardrop

The Moon who invented

The shoe that fits like a glove

You look different today

In fact, everything does

Softly, he said

This is starting to bring up all sorts of existential questions

Don't quote us

We'll quote you

Sundial audition

He says it's 'interpretive'

Don't wait up

We are going the slow way

She turned to leave

And that's when I saw the eyes in the back of her cat

Containing particles

It's his life's work

He came from the seabed

In search of a fence to call his own

Mostly timber

Mind the splinters

Still life with hands

It's not easy keeping still on one finger

Light your light

But remember not to leave yourself on when you go to bed

The gardener wears shorts

Just to be comfortable, you know?

Manbird

Known for his habit of keeping a human captive solely for amusement

Nonchalance

In an updraft