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1. Thomas' Second 1054th Story




1054.     Once upon a time, there was a pool on the sun.  And there was a shark in the pool on the sun.  And Thomas was chasing the shark in the pool on the sun.  Thomas chased the shark in to a train and ran the train to the moon.  Because Thomas was an engineer and he could do that.
The End.


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2. Thomas' Second 1055th Story



1055.     Once upon a time, there was a Thomas named Thomas.  He built a treehouse.  It was a frog treehouse with a frog roof.  And the frog eyes were the attic windows.  And Thomas made a garden for his treehouse.  And that was where he lived.
The End.


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3. Thomas' Second 1053th Story


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1053.     Once upon a time, there was a Winnie-the-Pooh.  He was sitting on the shelf by the window in Thomas’ room.  And he was having a party.  Tigger was invited to the party.  And Piglet was invited to the party.  And Owl was invited to the party, because he was a nice owl and not a mean owl.  And Eeyore was invited.   But Thomas wasn’t invited.  Because Winnie was a pooh.
The End.


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4. Thomas' Second 1052nd Story



1052.     Once upon a time, there was a Thomas named Thomas.  He was a ghost.  He was a changing ghost.  And he could disappear in his room.
The End.


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5. Thomas' Second 1051st Story



1051.     Once upon a time, there was a Thomas named Thomas.  There were lots of Thomases named Thomas.  Thomas was reflected in a box of marbles.  There were a hundred Thomases.  And there were all dancing and laughing.
The End.


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6. Thomas' Second 1050th Story


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1050.     Once upon a time, there was a fish and a pie.  And there was a dish and a pie.  And there was a dish and a spoon.  And the dish ran away with the spoon.  And they ate pie.  And the fish was sad.
The End.


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7. Thomas' Second 1048th Story



1048.     Once upon a time, there was a Thomas named Thomas.  He wore Mr. Cool sunglasses.  So that he wouldn’t have hot eyes.
The End.



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8. Thomas' Second 1049th Story



1049.     Once upon a time, there was a dancing monkey.  He was dancing in the night sky.  He was drinking stars full of chocolate milk, and that’s what made him dance.
The End.


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9. Thomas' Second 1046th Story



1046.     Once upon a time, there was a kitten named Molly.  Molly Kitten attacked the pirates.  And Molly Kitten became a pirate.  She wore little man’s clothes.  And she wore little man’s shoes.  Because she was a pirate.  And because she was a pirate, she had a pirate ship.  Molly Kitten wouldn’t sail her pirate ship, though, because Molly Kitten doesn’t like water.
The End.


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10. Thomas' Second 1047th Story



1047.     Once upon a time, there was an angel.  She rode a shooting star.  And a passing breeze.  Over the water.  She was a picture.
The End.


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11. Book 355


The Boscombe Valley Mystery (Sherlock Holmes), by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.

A delightful, although not insoluble, mystery.  Of course, it may be that I found this one so delightful because I was imagining Benedict Cumberbatch's Sherlock delivering some of these choice lines to Rupert Graves' Lestrade.





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12. Book 354


Acquired Tastes, by Peter Mayle, Bantam Books, 1992.

This book will not change your life.  That's OK -- It doesn't need to.  The writing is entertaining and fun, and very well done.  Mayle gives insight into the ways of the affluent from the point of view of a man of ordinary means.  I have never been wealthy, nor do I ever expect to become wealthy, but, just in case, I am so prepared.





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13. Book 353


Lady Cottington's Pressed Fairy Book, written by Terry Jones, illustrated by Brian Froud, Turner Publishing, 1994.

I bought this book back in 1994, or 1995 at the latest. For the longest time I had a pressed fairy on the windscreen of my car (a Nova --the Chevy/Toyota mashup) until the fairy faded away into nothing. 

This book is hilarious (Terry Jones) and beautiful (Brian Froud) -- what more can I say?


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14. Thomas' Second 1044th Story



1044.     Once upon a time, there was a cat named Buster.  He was black and white and had a mustache.  He looked famous.  Pigs aren’t famous.  Doors aren’t famous.  Cats are famous.  Thomas isn’t famous, but he is awesome.
The End.


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15. Thomas' Second 1045th Story




1045.     Once upon a time, there was a magic carpet.  It flew above the wind.  It flew without the wind.  It flew over the ocean.  To where the wind broke the roofs of the houses.
The End.


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16. Thomas' Second 1042nd Story



1042.     Once upon a time, there was a Thomas named Thomas.  His name was Thomas K.  And Thomas K. had a friend named Thomas.  His name was Thomas B.  Thomas B. was Thomas K.’s best friend.  Today.
The End.


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17. Thomas' Second 1043rd Story



1043.     Once upon a time, there was a Thomas named Thomas.  He wasn’t feeling much better yet.  His nose was still bleaky.
The End.


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18. Thomas' Second 1041st Story



1041.     Once upon a time, there was a kitten named Molly.  Molly Kitten blew up a wind, and she sailed across the water.
The End.


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19. Thomas' Second 1037th Story



1037.     Once upon a time, there was a birthday party.  It was for Molly Kitten.  It was on a sailboat.  It was in the wind and on the water.  Buster Cat came to Molly’s party.  He brought the sprinkles.  Chloe Cat came to the party, too.  She caught the fish.
The End.


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20. Thomas' Second 1036th Story



1036.     Once upon a time, there was singing on the bus.  Two little girls and a Thomas were singing.  They were singing, “The babies on the bus go ‘wah, wah, wah’.” And the bus-driver loved it.
The End.


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21. Thomas' Second 1035th Story



1035.     Once upon a time, there was a little green frog.  The frog was hopping on the grass because the grass was wet like the water.  The frog hopped up to the sky.  The frog hopped in the clouds.  And the frog hopped to the sad moon.  And the hoppy frog made the moon happy. 
The End.


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22. Thomas' Second 1040th Story



1040.     Once upon a time, there was a mommy named Mommy.  Mommy fell and broke her heart.  Thomas made Mommy a new heart.  Out of chocolate.
The End.


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23. Thomas' Second 1039th Story



1039.     Once upon a time there was a Hey! Diddle, Diddle.  And the dish ran away with the spoon.  And they ate macaroni and cheese.  And Molly Kitten thought she was a letter.  So Molly Kitten fell out of the coconut tree.  Hey! Diddle, Chicka, BOOM!
The End.


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24. Thomas' Second 1038th Story



1038.     Once upon a time, there was a birdbath and a birdfeeder by the school-bus bus-stop bench.  The birds loved Thomas.  Because of the birdfeeder.  The ants loved Thomas, too.  Because he was a bug-feeder.
The End.


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25. Sneak peek at my second book:

NB -- I have not yet revised this for typos and other errors.


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BEFORE THE BEAST






Chapter 1

I have killed my mother.  Now I must die.

If not for this crime, why would the villagers have called for my death?  Why would the captain of the guard have arrested me?  Why would the high-priestess of the grape-loving god have bound my hands behind my back?  Why would my sisters have refused to return from their kingdoms to see me one last time?  Why would my father have ordered me to be abandoned on Beast Hill?  Guilt has ripped at my heart for sixteen years, or at least from the time I knew my birth cause my mother’s death.  Now my guilt has been uncovered and I have been shown for what I am:  a creature worthy only of the Beast.

Leading the procession to Beast Hill, in her garish robes and oversized bird-head mask, is the high-priestess.  Two attendants follow closely behind her, their smaller bird-head masks nearly, but not quite, touching the robes of the high-priestess with each step forward.  I, dressed in my white flaxen gown – my bridal gown – and head uncovered, trail behind them.  Two more attendants grasp my bound arms and push me to close the gap.  In their closeness, I can smell the stench of the juice of the fermented grape on their breath.  I hear the deliberate steps of my father and his counselors behind me.  Because he relies so completely on their twin crutches of advice and protection, my father would never venture into the villages without his counselors flanking him.  Not a word is spoken between the three men; they are strangely silent.

Beast Hill is far from the Valley of the Roses – at least a four-hour hike.  As we progress through Village Cair before entering the forest surrounding Beast Hill, the curious villagers leave their hovels and flow into the street to see the Beast’s chosen one.

The Villagers Cair have seen me in the past, as have all the other villagers.  As the king’s third and youngest daughter I was no stranger to them.  For the past three of my sixteen years, I have moved among them.  Lately, I have visited them almost daily, bringing food into their homes in the events of marriage and birth, and sickness and death.  I rejoiced when they rejoiced and sorrowed when they sorrowed.  I thought they loved me.  But I was wrong.  They stare as if I have appeared from another world.  There is no love in their faces, no sadness, not even pity, just horror and, perhaps, relief.  In me they see both the beginning and the end of the drought that has plagued their fields and livestock these past three seasons.  I caused, and I shall cure, their famine.

With each step, nettles and thorns sting my legs, and twigs and branches pierce my bare feet.  During my last walk on Earth, I consider my first moment on Earth.  Not that I remember my birth, of course, by Sofia and Magda told me often enough of my mother’s cries during my delivery.  Children were not allowed in the birthing room, but even from the nursery my mother’s cries were heard.  “Psyche!  Here name is Psyche!”  As I breathed my first breath in this world, my mother breathed her last.

Sofia, who had been in her seventh year and would remember such facts better than Magda who was in her fourth year, told me that my mother was as Greek and as pale as the plundered statue that still graces the outside of our roughhewn cave-temple.  She was as foreign to our land as marble to granite.  While she was not as lovely as the stone goddess, she was not as cold either.  Perhaps her very warmth marred the perfection of her appearance.  To me, though, my mother may as well have been of stone, for I never knew of mother of flesh. 

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