Tall Tales & Shaggy Dogs: Stories And Short Humor By Abner Serd

My friend Vern Acular is a self-taught illuminato of the natural world. He rarely comes into town anymore. Instead, he's always out roaming the Wild Side, poking his curiosity into every copse and coulee from here to Fargone ...

Jessica worried that someday, somebody might catch her using magic. That would be disastrous! They wouldn't understand that she only used her powers to do good things. They probably wouldn't believe her when she told them Winter wasn't her fault ...

I found my friend Vern Acular standing at the top of Down Hill with a very long stick in his hands. He looked like he was about to play piñata with the clouds ...

Bonus track! Come on, everybody, sing along! ...

Something's in the 'fridgerator, rotten eggs! ...

My friend Bugsy Diptera and I were tramping around out near Wunsa Pond the other day ...

My friend Miles Walker and I were hiking through the Great Empty Desert when we stomped unexpectedly on a sidewalk ...

I didn't really expect a farewell party when I walked into Elmer's Cafe ...

Several short, unrelated poems are (loosely) tied together by a short song ...

My friend Rita Book recently started working on a new lexical engineering project. Most of her projects are designed for print media, but I heard this one had something to do with things you say out loud ...

My friend Stretch likes to tell everybody he's living on borrowed time. I said "really? Whose time did you borrow?" ...

My friend Archie Meade claims you have to know how to do calculus in order to catch a ball in mid-air ...

The guy in charge of winter was up there kicking the clouds again - shaking loose as many snowflakes as he thought he could get away with ...

Rose Bush had three pen pals: one black, one blue, and one red ...

My friend Stanley Oliver Terrick is a student of obscure mischievous activity ...

My friend Evelyn Devlin is a bit of a romantic. Most poets are, I suppose ...

Vern Acular and I were lolling around in a clearing in the woods, trying to scoop together enough motivation to pack up our things and get moving ...

Nobody ever says grace at Elmer's Cafe ...

Here's another little children's song. It's about trees shedding their leaves while we humans bundle ourselves up ...

My friend Anne Thespy is building a theater down on the coast. It's an amphitheater: half of it is underwater, and the other half is on dry land ...