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S. Joan Popek
Category:
Humor
Type: Fiction
Copyright: Jan 1, 2000
Price: $2.99 (eBook)
A collection of fractured fairy tales for grown ups.
Many fairy tale creatures are misunderstood and stereotyped as bad guys. Hey, they're not all bad. Take Ogres for instance, they have problems just like anybody else. Ogres need love too, you know. And how about that Goldilocks chick?
Stick your tongue firmly in your cheek, and start reading this Collection Of Frivolous Fallacies right now! It'll tickle your fantasy bone all day. PS: Don't skip the preamble. Some say that's the best part.
The incredible cover is by Rita Toews, and a special thanks to Jianna Higgins for proofing, formatting and preparing this book for publication. Without both of these generous, wonderful ladies, you would not be able to enjoy this rollicking romp through Mother Goose's darker neighborhood. And wouldn't that have been a shame?
Excerpt
JUST ONE LITTLE FINGER
"What the hell is your problem? The little finger's overrated anyway."
"Overrated?" he growled. "That's easy for you to say. It's not your finger!"
"Well, technically it isn't even really a finger. It's more of--well--a claw." Shandra the Sorcerer smiled at her friend, Derwood the Dragon, and shrugged her bony shoulders. "You know it'll grow back just like your tail did when you had that little altercation with that knight, Sir Seymour. And I really must have a dragon's finger to complete the spell. Come on. Be a sport."
"Bull Hockey! Be a sport? My tail took three months to grow back, and it still hasn't reached its full, original beauty. Look at it! Just look at this puny thing!" He swung his ponderous tail up over his shoulder, grabbed the iridescent green tip with two claws and pointed it at Shandra like a sword. "And it was all your fault anyway. You just had to have that chunk-head knight over for a little game of Find the Dragon. Don't think you have me fooled for a minute. I know you were just trying to get on his good side so he'd give you a little peek under that tin can he wears for britches."
"Oh, come on. Your tail is as big as it ever was." She frowned and mumbled under her breath. "Not that it was ever that great anyway, and neither was that knight, now that I think of it."
"What? What did you say about my tail, you snaggle-toothed old hag?"
"Nothing--not a thing." She grinned. "Now let's get this done and over with. Stick out your paw."
"But why mine? Why not that overbearing snob of a brother of mine? Why not use his finger?"
"Because he'd just cry and moan like a big ol' baby, and that's if we could even catch him, which I doubt....
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