I Must Be Overtired', Buttercup Managed. 'the

The Hollowness Was In His Arms And The World Was Snowing.

Buttercup's Mother Hesitated, Then Put Her Stew Spoon Down. (this Was After Stew, But So Is Everything. When The First Man First Clambered From The Slime And Made His First Home On Land, What He Had For Supper That First Night Was Stew.)

When Was The Last Time You Read A Book? The Truth Now. And Picture Books Don't Count-i Mean Something With Print In It.

Chapter One. The Bride." He Held Up The Book Then. "i'm Reading It To You For Relax." He Practically Shoved The Book In My Face. "by S. Morgenstern. Great Florinese Writer. The Princess Bride. He Too Came To America. S. Morgenstern. Dead Now In New York. The English Is His Own. He Spoke Eight Tongues." Here My Father Put Down The Book And Held Up All His Fingers. "eight. Once In Florin City...

Existence Was Really Very Simple When You Did What You Were Told.