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A. A. Augustine's
Tales From Ebenezer's Woods
STORYTIME SERIES
BOX SET No. 1
Featuring truthfully twisted tales
 in one classic, collectable
box set!

Collector's
Box Set 1

Each box set includes the 3 books in this series all done up in an 11"x14" newspaper tabloid style using 100% recycled paper! They're fun to read & designed in a super-unique format!

Exclusive Collector's Logo Bumper Sticker Inside!

$12.99 US

TALE 1
The coat that
wouldn't come off

A cautionary tale we like to tell to our kids around these parts set in the old town of Ebenezer featuring a carnival barker, a woman in a blue bird hat and polka-dot-dress and a poor homeless man in an alley in town. We all have our problems in life, rich and poor and everyone in between, but sometimes, most times, it's hard for us to see the world through another's eyes. But it's exactly this trait that we all must learn to become better humans. Sooner or later, a singular event will occur in your life that will force you to see the world through someone else's eyes and heart.

TALE II
My Missing
Afternoon

Back in the 1970's, before we all turned into the walking dead with phones planted firmly in hand and eyes-a-glaze, it was pretty easy to literally get lost in the mix. Back then, you were generally left to find your own way out of daily messes. This is one such true mess that occurred on a Saturday afternoon after Soccer practice. You see, when I was a kid, it was normal for us to leave the house with no money, ID, no water... no nothin'! So, if you were, let's say, inadvertently forgotten about, well, things would tend to get a little nutty for all involved.

TALE III
The Conscious
Bird

A tale about a boy out on a turtle hunt one morning until he hears a woman's scream inside of an old, overgrown courtyard. An oily, red-haired, rotund woman in a blue polyester stained shirt. In her hands, a transparent blue, beehive bowl. In the bowl, an ungodly mix of blood, veins and tissue that smell like a rotten corpse. With a small silver spoon she slurpingly scoops out the effluence, shoving it into the boy's face. "EAT..." she pleads. Her voice envelopes him, but her lips do not move. The boy is sure of it. On her shoulder, sat a bird.
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