This tale is the most amazing I have ever received and I acquired it by sheer accident. Last Friday as I was walking along the beach near home I came across a bottle washed up on the shore. Inside was a note and a note like I never suspected.
I pulled the note from inside the bottle and unwrapped it.
I am going to relay the contents to you and ask what would you do in my shoes?
Dear Person who finds this note,
I desperately need your help.
Please call the police, the fire brigade,
All emergency services and bring a ladder.
I have found myself locked inside the Tale Weaver.
What you think is a gentle weekly prompt is in fact a portal to the most devilish of places.
I know it was my fault to challenge the hosts into a frenzied argument as the validity of fairy tales under the Tale Weaver banner but I felt something had to be done as these two people are riding roughshod over my creativity.
To be succinct they have cast a spell over me and I now find myself stuck in the Tale Weaver with no way out.
To be even more precise they have banished me to an eternity inside the Three Little Pigs tale.
Every day I watch the pigs building their houses, the wolf challenging them, huffing and puffing and in the end the wolf falls into the pot.
I’m getting tired of it and feeling like a real victim of ground hog day.
To be truthful the three pigs whose names should be Conceited, Despicable and Tiresome deserve everything they get apart from the wolf I have to say.
The wolf is quite a nice chap. always polite and well mannered not like the pigs who are ignorant and so up themselves it’s not funny.
In the time I have been here I have not been invited once to any of the pigs homes, probably I suspect as they don’t see a lot of future apart from sharing for ever with Tiresome the brick house pig and that couldn’t be in any way something to look forward to.
As it is the Wolf, whose name is Roger by the way, is the most welcoming fellow. Each afternoon after the story is complete and his hide severely singed we meet for happy hour. Roger stocks the most delightful red wines from the Hunter Valley In Australia, how he has them is beyond me but I can never say no to a glass or three.
Added to that he cooks like an master chef and the meals we have shared have each one exceeded the other…..what he can do with a leg of pork you have to taste to believe.
But I can’t and won’t see myself stuck in here forever.
Please alert the necessary authorities and I implore you to rescue me as soon as possible.
The signature was blurred, probably a drop of seawater leaked in onto his signature.
So friends I am open to suggestions as to how to rescue this man from the clutches of the Tale Weavers…. I am careful not to name them for, as you know, ONE DARES NOT SAY THEIR NAMES!!!!