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Children's Book of Children's Fables (Not for Children)

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A Bad Feeling
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Fri 6 Sep 2019
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Children's Book of Children's Fables (Not for Children)

Children's Books Names for the Outer Powers:

The Howl: Lady Red-Breast

The Pale King Ascending: Carpet-Bones

The Feculent Dancer: Raggedy-Bones

Third Living Tone: The Mandrake

The Purple Silken Dawn: Black-of-Coat

The Blue Hum: Scrimblyshanks

The Pretender: Thrush-in-Throat
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A Bad Feeling
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Sat 7 Sep 2019
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Children's Book of Children's Fables (Not for Children)

Lady Red-Breast and the Walk of the Wood

One day after many days Lady Red-Breast left her Hide and entered the wood where the other creatures of the wood moved and frolicked and sang. She fluttered down many twisty, windy steps and down many twisty, windy roads and many twisty, windy trails until at last she came to the place known as Where Grandfather Went and met Carpet-Bones, lord of the manor in the place Where Grandfather Went.
This message was last edited by the GM at 08:55, Sun 08 Sept 2019.
A Bad Feeling
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Sun 8 Sep 2019
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Children's Book of Children's Fables (Not for Children)

Carpet-Bones and the Painter's Painting That Was a Dance

Carpet-Bones once met a beautiful painter in the wood. He asked her to be his wife, and come with him to Where Grandfather Went, but she said, "Though you are a worthy gentlemen Mr. Carpet-Bones, I am busy creating my masterpiece."

"But no painting can have the scarlet of your hair," Carpet-Bones said, and the painter heard this knew and it was true. She sheared her hair with hungry teeth and made a brush from the locks. "And no painting can have the pink of your cheeks," Carpet-Bones said, and the painter heard this and knew it was true. She slashed her cheeks with fingernails and painted with the pigments she found inside. "And no masterpiece could ever have the crimson of your insides," and the painter heard this and knew it was true. She opened herself up to Carpet-Bones and his many gardens.

And dressed in her bridal-gown, the painter finally that she wasn't a painter; she was a dancer. She gave her brush and pigments to her many sons, and she was called Raggedy-Bones for always, and she danced and she danced and she danced and she danced and she danced and she danced and she danced and they all lived everafter.
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