Magin the Moon-Weaver (739 Words)
There is a humorous story they tell in Dehr Los of the first time Magin met the Wanderer. Po (the Wanderer) went everywhere in those days, as drifting and tieless as a feather on the wind. He took odd jobs now and then to keep the flesh on his bones, but he stayed nowhere for very long. So it was that he came to a very lonely place without any kind of company or safe shelter.
He was very tired when he saw the stone house on the hillside. It wasn’t like any house you’ve ever seen before, with trees leaning over the stone roof and walls and steps of stone. But Po, his feet sore, thought it as likely a place as any to rest. He had no fear of ghosts or trolls. He more or less expected them.
Faerie Grad (910 Words)
Amy had never been so pinched and pampered her whole life. The fairies washed her hair and scrubbed her face till her cheeks were sore and smarting. They dried her till she thought she might peel. And then they dressed her in gauzy fine things and tied lovely-smelling flowers in her braid, and turned her around so they could see her from every odd angle, and adjust her sash here, her bracelet there. Perhaps they meant to please, but it all made Amy rather hot and unhappy. She didn’t want to be rude, but she was tired of being treated like a doll, and missed the weight of her sword at her side.
“Where is my sword?” she asked. “I’m not going without Bear-Biter.”
From the Diary of Pollye Pye-Ratt
Hello again. Today Mama and I swabbed the deck. Mama says we have to keep the deck swabbed so the Moon Cheese’s boards won’t split. I wonder what would happen if the boards split. Maybe the boat would sink. I’m trying to imagine what a boat with split boards would look like.
Ketchup, Ogres, and Fries (200 Words)
“So this is where you ended up.”
The waiter looked up from lowering the tray in surprise. He hadn’t recognized the person at the table until now. When he did, the man’s eyes narrowed with suspicion.
“What are you doing here, Raz?” he said. “You’re going to get me in trouble.”
The ogre sucked ketchup off her thumb. “No one even sees me,” she said.
A Stamp-Sized Wish (97 Words)
The rules were simple. Any request would be honored, any wish granted, so long as it was written on this paper with this feather.
“Are you kidding me?” said Marge.
Her fairy godmother shrugged. “I’m sorry, dear,” she said. “You just haven’t demonstrated a practical and mature nature. That’s all I can give you.”
Pollye Pye-Ratt (265 Words)
Wallie and I are pleased to introduce you to the Pye-Ratts.
Pollye Pye-Ratt and her family members featured in a very recent Computer Science project. Although the project was not graded as I and the Pye-Ratts had hoped, nonetheless the subject is still worth sharing.
First off–Pollye is a mouse, not a rat! But we’ll let her speak for herself.
My name is Pollye Pye-Ratt…and I’m a mouse, not a rat! I think I am a field mouse, because my parents are very small. I’ve very small too, but that’s because I am one season old and they tell me I’m supposed to be. I think I am very clever for my age. Mice grow much more quickly than some larger animals do.
Goblins and Lipstick (303 Words)
It’s a funny thing when a goblin falls in love with a human, or vice versa. This goblin fell in love with a young man. And although the time spent between them suggested he wasn’t repulsed by her, the goblin wasn’t sure.
She wasn’t a very good-looking goblin. But she had two legs and two arms, and except for the strangeness in her eyes and habits, she wasn’t so different. She and the young man would sit for hours outside her secret home in the woods. But she couldn’t forget how she had startled him when they first met. She never wanted to see him afraid of her again.