Ganesh was a loser. He sat on the curb and mumbled nonsense to his only friends, the dirty pigeons, every morning. Pandita wondered why he didn’t go find some other place to go.
“Go away, Ganesh. This is the bus stop corner,” shouted Vidya. Continue reading
Years withered away, yet the quest endured. The company had been reduced one knight after another, until only Percival remained. The curse of his pure heart. Temptation whispered ever louder to sit beside the road in this barren, blasted land and give up. What was the point now? Or then? Continue reading
Sigurd was a born entrepreneur. He’d identified his market as a little boy, and determined his future business was to establish a barber shop. He even subscribed to Beards and Mustaches Quarterly to kickstart his dream. Continue reading
Wally was given an assignment. He had to get the chicken, lion, and grain across the river in his boat.
The chicken went across easy peasy without so much as a cluck. He rowed back. The chicken blinked at him on the shore in some chicken variant of Morse code. Continue reading
When the dingo decided to take up his career as a pirate, he overlooked the fact he wasn’t good with an oar. He’d won his ship—a canoe—in a poker game from a disgruntled midget.
But rowing with his teeth was a drag. He decided to hire a bloke to do the pulling. But where would he find this person? Continue reading
Before Hannah’s talking horse reached superstardom riding Hannah’s beach blanket, he was known as Clompin. Dictator Clompin to be precise. For you see, he was the ringleader behind the Barnyard Insurrection of Saint Thomas. Continue reading
The king didn’t understand the necessities of life. He might be her father, but he was still a moron.
Another mission? This time the Kzin? Seriously?
The duty sargent was a bitter old crust. Continue reading
Nigel had never worked with animals. The circus hired him because he looked good in a hat and mustache, and worked cheap.
“Here are the animals,” said the strongman. He picked up a cage with four tigers and shook it. “Good luck.”
Nigel looked at the cages, the crate of Continue reading
There was nothing wrong when we were in the tavern hoisting tankards of courage. Why not? The wizard was human, wasn’t he? The beer was cold and boasts flowed freely. Continue reading
And the tree was happy.
A girl with a red bow in her hair approached. “Come, grandpa, come!” Continue reading