|My, what a big pumpkin you have, Grandma.|
I wrote a fairy story, "The Tale of the Fairy Great-Grand-Godmother." It's in fairy tale form, but it's factually true. And then it starts to get weird as the fairy tale starts to seep out into reality. Here's how it starts. Once you read this, please go to the blog and read on, especially to see the Google Chat conversation between my sister and me concerning the fairy tale I had just written.
Sibling Ribaldry. It's where all the cool kids go to slowly and inexorably lose their minds.
Once upon a time, two children were lost in the greenwood. Well, not so much "lost" as, "told to stay outside and stop watching so much TV already."
They grew up. Or so they said. But the adventure did not end quite yet.
One day, while sitting at their "computers," using Google chat, they accidentally invoked a supernatural being of mischievous mien and unfathomable intent, which has been interfering with the two children in subtle and not-so-subtle ways ever since. And here is how it went.