Card of Babble
It started when a boy came into the library. He was working on some
kind of do-it-yourself project, and he was looking a book that told
him how to do it. He went through several books with no such luck,
but then he saw an unusual book that wasn't there before, just lying
on the shelf. It had a picture of a hammer and a saw in the middle of
a piece of wood. "Where'd this come from?" he said
thoughtfully. "Not even a title. Wonder if it would have some
sort of insight."
He opened it up, and a dull yellow glow suddenly emmitted from the
pages. It flashed in his eyes. He thought he saw words, but is was
really hard to see through the light. The characters seemed to be
dancing on the pages.
Suddenly, the librarian laid a hand on his shoulder. "Son, the
library is about to close. You best go home."
"Chair!" he nervously "Crispy trees in ominous
toasters! Revert laundry obviously!"
"Pardon?"
The boy couldn't understand. He was trying to tell the librarian
about the book, but whenever he tried, he either talked in English
jibberish or in Aribic. Or was it Greek? Russian? He didn't even
know Sweedish! He could still think clearly, but it seemed the tongue
suddenly had a mind of its own.
"I think you need to lie down. Who are your parents?"
The boy still couldn't give her a straight answer. The librarian
finally sent him to the police; she had no other choice. She closed
the book, still lying on the table. "Hmm, an adventure novel?
Better put it in the juvinile fiction section."
Here's a story about "Cardcaptors" (capture of the evil
pokemon, my sister calls it).
