flax-golden tales: the cat and the fiddle
the cat and the fiddle I was tasked with finding that cat who could play the fiddle because the band needed a proper fiddle player and the sheep were lousy at anything but percussion
the cat and the fiddle I was tasked with finding that cat who could play the fiddle because the band needed a proper fiddle player and the sheep were lousy at anything but percussion
not how love works I’ve been told it’s important to always be nice. But nice can be dangerous. It puts me in places I don’t want to be. I don’t know how to get
seagull I hadn’t seen any birds at all for so long that at first the dark spot on the blue sky was a puzzlement. My eyes couldn’t sort out what it was until it
the tiny maybe-witches down the street My mother says they’re the biggest gossips in the neighborhood but I don’t think that makes much sense. They’re both too small to be the biggest anything. They
penguin investigative services There’s a penguin in the shrubbery staring at my neighbor’s house. He’s still there when I go to get the mail, so I walk over to see what he’s up to.
worldbuilding assistance I get nervous when it’s time for a new world, even though I’ve been assisting for more worlds than I can count. I try to be prepared, though it’s mostly about keeping