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My father is called the Giant King. Not because he is particularly large, or because he rules over a people of great stature. It is because he defeated them.
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Father taught me to Name gold when I was nine.
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In Mississippi, it sometimes rains frogs.
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I typed the first sentence of my conclusion and touched my bottom lip. The snake-bite studs felt cold and smooth. Almost too rad to stand. Jessica Butcher was going to die from jealousy, and that made me smile. Then the cursor stopped blinking ( Read more... )

Some day I'll grow weary of using the cannibalism tag, but until then, you get another cannibalistic fairy tale.

"The Daughter of Buk Ettemsuch" is a story from North Africa. I read it first in Andrew Lang's Grey Fairy Book. Under the cut is the synopsis from Wikipedia, ( which is fairly comprehensive. )

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