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County Fairy Tale: A Beauregard the Monster Hunter Short Story
County Fairy Tale: A Beauregard the Monster Hunter Short Story
County Fairy Tale: A Beauregard the Monster Hunter Short Story
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County Fairy Tale: A Beauregard the Monster Hunter Short Story

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Great-Grandpappy Beauregard is back with more moonshine, and more action as the ShinePunk superhero goes to the County Fair. Beauregard, the O.B. (Original Bubba) goes to the county fair with his sister Tavvy, and they find a man hawking a miraculous cure-all. Unlike most snake oil salesman, this fella isn't just peddling castor oil or moonshine. His snake oil really DOES cure what ails you. But when they poke around his wagon a little more, Bubba and Tavvy find a sinister secret. 

County Fairy Tale is a short story, originally published in Capes & Clockwork 2.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateAug 24, 2017
ISBN9781386936756
County Fairy Tale: A Beauregard the Monster Hunter Short Story

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    County Fairy Tale - John G. Hartness

    County Fairy Tale

    County

    Fairy

    Tale

    a Beauregard the Monster Hunter Short Story

    John G. Hartness

    Falstaff Books

    Contents

    1. County Fairy Tale

    Acknowledgments

    About the Author

    Also by John G. Hartness

    Falstaff Books

    County

    Fairy

    Tale

    D ammit, Tavvy, you know I hate the fair! I’ll admit I might have been whining a little bit. But I did hate the fair. I hated all the rides that were built for people way smaller than me, so I couldn’t never ride nothing. I hated the gawking from the little kids and the smart-aleck comments from men who were a little too deep into their liquor and kept asking why I wasn’t in the sideshow with the giants. And most of all, I hated the rigged games. I’m pretty good at most athletical-type stuff, so I always figured I oughta be able to win something at them games, but they’re all rigged just good enough that I can’t catch nobody rigging nothing, and I always lose all my money .

    I know you hate the fair, Bubba, but I ain’t got nobody else to drive me, and I love the fair. And Aunt Josephine is a shoo-in to win the baking competition this year with her apple pie and I want to be there when that Margaret McGraw gets what’s coming to her. She has been so snotty since she won last year, and it has just tore Aunt Josephine up. Tavvy pleaded. Besides, I have it on good authority that there is an unofficial moonshine-tasting tent set up in the back of the 4-H pavilion.

    Well, why didn’t you say so, sister mine? I will be more than happy to serve as your escort to this fine tradition. When would you like to leave?

    And that’s how I ended up on a Saturday afternoon walking through a gigantic tent full of preserves, jellies, jams and pies, none of which I was allowed to eat. This was making me a little grumpy, until I noticed a small sign with an arrow on it pointing off to the right at the end of an aisle. Written on the sign in what looked like shaky crayon were the

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