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June 2, 2005

Michele: Teach Your Children Well

Pretat, sent through the portal to track down some escaped faeries, found himself at a carnival.

As he was scanning the crowds for the fairies, a chubby kid pointed at him and shouted “MIME!” Heads turned and everyone gave small grins of mime pity. He shooed the child away, but the kid prodded Pretat with his fat, dirty fingers while his mum looked on and laughed.

“I’m gonna make the mime move,” he barked, kicking Pretat in the shin. His mother shrugged.

A few minutes later, both mother and child lay dead, though Pretat thought the mother deserved it more.

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Comments

Ah, the kind of story I like. People ending up dead.

Posted by: Laurence Simon at June 2, 2005 9:53 AM · Permalink