Authentic Toothy Cow Teeth for Christmas? Indeed.

Dearest Readers,

My brother has done the impossible. “What?” you ask. “Did he publish his first book?” The answer is yes. It’s called The Fiddler’s Gun and is available exclusively in the Rabbit Room. It’s not a children’s book, but is rather for young adults and up, being about an orphan girl who is swept into the Revolutionary War and eventually finds herself on a pirate ship. Here’s a review, and here’s the cover:

But that’s not the impossible thing my brother has done. Difficult, yes. Impressive, yes. But not impossible. “What, then, are you talking about?” you ask.

He discovered, in the hills of Tennessee, the skeleton of a toothy cow. He hasn’t divulged the details of his discovery to me, but he has agreed to allow the Rabbit Room to include one of these terrible yellowish teeth with each purchase of the bundle of the two Wingfeather books. So if you have anyone in your life who is yet unaware of the horror of the toothy cow, or of the grand adventure of the Wingfeather Saga, head over to the Rabbit Room and purchase a bundle.

That’s two presents in one: one for your friend, and one for me. Not to mention the gradual removal of those nighmarish fangs from my life.

In other news, I’ve been sent some delightful new drawings by young readers, which I hope to post in the “Art by YOU” section soon.

Hope your December is a good one.

AP