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The Wizard Who Had Frog’s Feet
“Please Wizard Ben, tell me why you have frog’s feet!” Little Paris begged. He was paid to sweep the floors, not stick his nose in Ben’s business, but the old wizard had a soft spot for him.Crossing his ankles and giving his webbed feet a little shake, he lit his pipe and began his story.“I… Read more
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With Your Hand in Mine, I will Follow
The cottage had become a stark grey haunt on the wild and barren moors. It wasn’t always this way. Once upon a time, when the occupant had cared for its upkeep, it had been a brilliant white with a well-kept golden thatch. But as the years passed, the occupant became complacent with the upkeep of… Read more
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Man or Bear?
Run. Run. Run. Sweat seeps into my right eye. My vision blurs. Do I wipe it? Precious time. Between the throb of my ankles aching and my thighs chafing and the burning sense of limited oxygen in my lungs, I can’t weigh the cost. I don’t have time for this. I take the chance and… Read more
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The First Wish
The golden lamps in golden halls, in caverns of marble or sand or draped fabric, are the homes of those who hold within themselves the edges of the universe. Stroke the lamps, rub them, it doesn’t matter. Whatever you do, you are shaking hands with the great beyond, and so your human mind does what… Read more


