Frankie and Joni are back with three more crazy tales…
Too Many Goats
“Three goats. There were three goats.”
“What?” I looked up from my tablet inventory list. Not another glitch.
Frankie frowned at me. “How many goats do you see in the display?”
I looked at the idyllic holo-scene of a mossy stone bridge. “Four. A nice touch. What book are you recreating? Heidi?”
Frankie shook his head. “It’s a fairy tale. And four goats is a problem.”
“The story is the Three Billy Goats Gruff. I programmed three goats. Where did the extra animal come from?”
In unison, the goats bleated and their eyes glowed yellow.
“That can’t be good.”
Giants and Little Tom
The goats bleated three more times before the holo-emitters shorted and the scene disappeared. I let out the breath I was holding. “Just an electrical—”
The room speakers crackled and a loud voice boomed, “Fee, Fi, Fo, Fum.”
An uneven image wavered in the middle of the room, a flickering form of a giant. He spoke, his mouth moving out of sync with his words.
“Fee, Fi, Fo, Thumb. I smell the scent of an English plum. Little Tom, Little Tom, in the corner. Come along and warn her.”
The giant vanished, replaced with a child.
“I’m a good boy!”
Sheep are Goats
The child, a holo-image of a boy dressed in purple velvet and lace, pointed a finger at me and Frankie. “Little Bo Peep ran away from her sheep, and Mary stole her lamb.”
“What is going on here?” I shouted my exasperation. Frankie stared and whimpered.
“Things are wrong. Sing a song.” The holo-projection giggled. “The goat is a sheep. And the logs are owls.” He dissipated, leaving only wisps of light.
I grabbed Frankie, wanting to leave, when music echoed from the walls.
“Mary had a little lamb, little lamb. One she stole away.”
Then the door slid shut.