Jacque the Toad: Foreword

JACQUE THE TOAD, SMALLEST GIANT
Foreword
by Terry H Jones

"In my dream," said the old woman, "there was a place, a town. A human town. It had a fountain that sprayed wine, but it didn't spray wine. Does that mean anything?"

The deamon waved his flagon. "I know that city. They dwell under a curse placed by your good friend Kevinawe."

"Kevinawe? What has he done? Can it be undone?"

"Why you should care? You have problems enough given to you by master K." The deamon chuckled and took another drink. "Yes, that curse is lifted easily. Under the flag stones in the center of the fountain, there sits a toad blocking the flow of wine. Not would be surprised if the toad were not a toad when K met him. Kevinawe is good at that, yes, Jillian?"

Passing through the village of the Fountain of Wine, Calian convinced the guards to pry up a flagstone near the center of the fountain. There sat the toad, blocking the flow of wine. Calian remembered how Nogth had described the creature, so he did not let the guard kill it but simply knock it aside.

When the tiny animal landed, the flow of soft red wine started again, and the toad began to swell, shimmer and grow. In less than a minute, the fountain was full again, and a large but confused man sprawled in the street where the toad had lain.

In the excitement that followed, Calian slipped away....

From "The Three Hairs of Dawydd"