In the damp northern land of Tarrefol, a young man named Lyall worked as a shepherd. Every day, he took his village’s sheep to the hills north of town where they could feed on the green grass. His job was to see that at least as many sheep came home at night asContinue reading “QUAINTUPLETS: Lyall Whistle-Lips”
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QUAINTUPLETS: Egbert’s Soul, Pt. 2
“I’ve broken my soul!” wailed Egbert, looking left and right for a door in the wall. “I know it. I’ve broken my soul and I shall never be happy again!” The egg had not, as a matter of fact, broken. On the other side of the wall was the garden of the King. Continue reading “QUAINTUPLETS: Egbert’s Soul, Pt. 2”
QUAINTUPLETS: Egbert’s Soul, Part 1
A power of years ago, but not so far from Fairview, there lived a fool named Egbert. Egbert was a good, honest fellow, understand: a man who grew vegetables on his little farm, went to services of a Sunday, and never fought with his neighbors. He was just not so very clever. Everybody knewContinue reading “QUAINTUPLETS: Egbert’s Soul, Part 1”
THE SOUND AND THE FURRY: Kerrin and the Thorn Tree
Kerrin lived in the city of Sartain, and she liked it. She would write letters to her relatives who lived in the country, asking why they didn’t move to a nicer place. “Everything in the city is clean and modern,” she wrote. “We have nice, solid rick buildings with none of your thatchedContinue reading “THE SOUND AND THE FURRY: Kerrin and the Thorn Tree”
THE SOUND AND THE FURRY: Creston and the Crown, Pt. 2
Stug’s eyes went all round, and nearly rolled down his pale cheeks at the sight of Creston putting the big jeweled hat on. It just sat on top of Creston’s head, being the type of crown that wasn’t designed to come down over the ears. “Hmmmm,” said Creston, “I guess I’ll have toContinue reading “THE SOUND AND THE FURRY: Creston and the Crown, Pt. 2”
THE SOUND AND THE FURRY: Creston and the Crown, Pt. 1
There once lived a king named Nestofar. Like most of the kings who ever lived, he died. Nestofar had known for some time that he was dying. He had, however, passed no kingly wisdom on to the person who would succeed him, partly because Nestofar never had much kingly wisdom in the firstContinue reading “THE SOUND AND THE FURRY: Creston and the Crown, Pt. 1”
THE SOUND AND THE FURRY: The Big Princess, pt. 2
Drewvia stopped and licked her lips. Then she whispered, “Here, kitty, kitty.” The tiger now stopped and licked its own lips. “Good kitty,” said Drewvia, a little more loudly. “Come on. Don’t be scared. I won’t hurt you.” The tiger frowned. “Dear little kitty,” said the princess. “I like kitties. I won’tContinue reading “THE SOUND AND THE FURRY: The Big Princess, pt. 2”
THE SOUND AND THE FURRY: The Big Princess, Pt. 1
The land of Costren was a pretty nice place to live, except for the giant. There’s always something. The giant, a hungry, hairy figure of a man eight times as tall as a tree, used to come around to Costren for his lunch every day, with the result that a family or twoContinue reading “THE SOUND AND THE FURRY: The Big Princess, Pt. 1”
THE SOUND AND THE FURRY: The Five Hairy Princesses, Pt. 2
There didn’t seem to be any walls or floor here: only darkness. King Basso didn’t like to think what might be hiding in the dark, so he walked close behind the princesses, who were shimmering just a little, just enough to be seen. “Of course,” he said to himself, “If I can’t seeContinue reading “THE SOUND AND THE FURRY: The Five Hairy Princesses, Pt. 2”
THE SOUND AND THE FURRY: The Five Hairy Princesses, Pt. 1
Monday Morning Breakfast was the best time of the week for Queen Azalea and King Basso. Their children slept late, no guests came to bother them, and no alarming surprises awaited. Muffins and the morning mail: it made for really a peaceful meal. So Queen Azalea was unpleasantly surprised when her husband leaptContinue reading “THE SOUND AND THE FURRY: The Five Hairy Princesses, Pt. 1”
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