Epic Observations About Indian...Epics.

Leona was tired. It was hot, and she had been working all day at the local Waffle House. It was hard work, but it fell to her, and she would do it without complaining. The little ones had to be fed. Leona poured another cup of coffee, pushing the image of her father lazing about on the couch while her siblings ran circles around him out of her mind. She smiled at the customers, the only way she was allowed to bare her teeth. When her shift was finally over, she trudged home. It was only two blocks away, but it felt much further when she had been standing for hours upon hours. She could tell, when she stepped through the door, that her mother had gotten home before she had. Her pressed shirt with it's fancy embroidered logo on the chest hung by the door. Her mother had recently gotten a job at a much better restaurant, and she was making great tips, which was great for all of them. A small gaggle of children rushed by her in the hallway on her way to the kitchen, lovingly tug...

Flowers by Christina Rutz If there's an ornery horse, find one that's worse. If you open your mouth to talk about one thing gone, more things will leave. That crane again. If you fight, you get eaten. If you're different, don't talk. (Half Jackal, half lion) Just stay home. Lies will feed you. Female lions are the ones that hunt, dumbass. "Let me tell you a story about a girl who had actual standards and wouldn't just marry the first thing that proposed to her." If you stink, you won't be eaten. The Goblins again. No nose man gives flowers to honest boy. Source: W. H. D. Rouse, The Giant Crab, and Other Tales from Old India

Fairy Cat by Stu Rapely If you have enemies, crush them. Crocodile tears "Tell-tale tit" If someone steals your plough, steal their son. What the fuck does Buddha have against cats? It's that talking turtle again. Don't put monkeys in charge of a garden.  Only a great fool entrusts tasks to the foolish. If no one blesses you when you sneeze, Goblins can gobble you up. Straws will save you from Goblins. Poems are hard. Faeries will fuck you up. Source: W. H. D. Rouse, The Giant Crab, and Other Tales from Old India