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. And if they did it once,
might they not do it again?
A Shaggy Dog's Tail
by Danny Peary
poem by Suzanne Rafer
Word spread like wildfire that Tasslehoff Burrfoot was in
Spritzbriar. "I'm just passing through," he told the villagers
as they rushed home to lock up their valuables. "But if
anyone wants to hear some stories, I might just hang around
a bit." Of course, everyone knew that as long as anyone
would listen to the kender's improbable tales, he wasn't
going anywhere. That's what worried the men and women
of Spritzbriar. They knew that while they were
safeguarding those belongings they feared might wind up in
the kender's pouches, their children would slip out doors
and wriggle out windows in order to see the illustrious
visitor.
As the boys and girls raced across the grassy field toward
Prine Lake at the edge of the forest, they looked nervously
over their shoulders, hoping their absences wouldn't be
discovered until AFTER Tas had spun a few yams. Most
had promised their parents to never again listen to his
stories after even the bravest had had nightmares in the
wake of his last visit. But they'd grown tired of those cheery
tales told by their mothers and grandmothers
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