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
Another mission? This time the Kzin? Seriously?
The duty sargent was a bitter old crust. Continue reading
“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
Everywhere Norman went in Outer Space, it was always the same. Rocks, ice and boredom. Then back to suspended animation and off to another dull solar system. Continue reading