THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Four, Chapter XXVI

THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Four, Chapter XXVI

I stood stunned. The weights at the bottom of the ceramic characters he’d given me were not lead. I thought for just a few seconds, remembering handling the pieces and putting them into the special broken down manger scene I’d made myself in the garage. There were too...
THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Four, Chapter XX

THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Four, Chapter XX

The seat in the Lear Jet was hypnotically comfortable and, as the pilot or pilots, since I could not see forward of the canvas between us, pushed the engine controls to maximum, I breathed deeply and went to sleep. The level of exhaustion I felt could not be held off...