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"The short version, if you please," Flint warned him. "I don't
want to be sitting here, listening to your tale, when the others
return five years from now."
Tasslehoff rolled his eyes. "Very funny, Flint. I've never told
you a five-year story. Not that I don't know a few....
"Now," he continued as if uninterrupted, "Uncle Trapspringer and
his bride decided they didn't want to go just any old place for their
honeymoon, so that's exactly where they went. Or tried to, anyway."
As usual, Tas was proving obtuse. "Where did they go?" Flint
asked, feigning patience. He was sorry almost the second the words
left his mouth.
Tas looked exasperated. "Really, Flint, you're not listening.
Where else would you go on your honeymoon but the moon, of course?
That's the point!"
Tanis's eyes narrowed. "They went to the moon?"
"No," Tas corrected him, "but they sure tried to. They bought a
magical potion at the Spring Faire in Kendermore. They both drank
half, closed their eyes, and thought about the moon, just like the
salesman told them to. But when Uncle Trapspringer opened his eyes, he
was still at the faire and his bride was gone! Her wedding dress was
in a heap next to him on the ground." Tas's eyes misted over. "Golly,
that story always makes me sad. Do you suppose he just didn't think
about the moon hard enough?"
"He didn't think hard enough all right, but not about the moon,"
snorted Flint as he shook a handful of wood shavings from his beard