Disclaimer: I am a poor, benighted vagabond, without so much as an Enchanted Forest Chronicle to my name. Spare a dime for a cup of coffee?


"What do you mean, where is it?" said Gypsy Jack.

"What I say," said Telemain. "Extraordinary claims require extraordinary proof – and it is quite an extraordinary claim that a fruit can ferment anaerobically while still on the vine."

"But I tell you, I was there!" said Jack. "I saw him! Jumping jumarts, I sold his harvest for him!"

"Eyewitness testimony hardly constitutes proof, Jack," said Telemain. "Produce the evidence, and I will gladly believe that your friend Piper picked a whole bushel of pickled peppers. Otherwise…" He shrugged eloquently, and turned and left the room.

Jack rolled his eyes. "Magicians…"