All I know is that if I come up with a tale, I want credit for it. My great grand kids speaking in hushed whispers of the story I told them one idle night. You have the equvalant, I’m sure.
A collaborative writ between Face and I about Anti-Claus and his Abominitious Slavering Snowmen from the South Pole.
Face read it to the kids one fine day.
Which garnered us some laughing disapproval.