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SILENCE!" roared the Sphinx. By now, the Sphinx didn't seem quite as calm as it had been at the beginning. Centuries-old rock rose and fell while the beast took a calming breath.
"Here is your riddle, Answerer. . . ." It glared as if daring me to pipe up."What creature walks on four legs in the morning, two in the afternoon, and three in the evening?"
What? This wasn't the sort of riddle we used to tell back in the service tents during the Trojan War. Riddles back then were more along the lines of:
"Knock knock."
"Who's there?"
"Euripides."
"Euripides who?"
"Euripides tunics and you'll have to pay for them." . . .
You know, proper riddles, none of this bloomin' "four legs in the morning" malarkey.
I frantically searched my encyclopedic brain, but the bright ideas all seemed to be hiding in the corners.
"Can I consult a friend?" I asked in desperation. "I'd best get going then, 'cause my friend lives four days' march away. . . ."
"Time is up," said the Sphinx. "What is your answer?"
"Just give me a sec, will you? It's . . . um . . ."
"Ye-es?"
I heard myself answering. My voice sounded small and faraway and a bit on the thick side. "Is it . . . a squirrel?"
I was faintly aware of Sibyl's groan from behind me. The Sphinx's face betrayed no reaction.
"No, wait!" I cried. "Not a squirrel . . . a chicken! I mean . . . a hippopotamus!" Still no help from that stony visage. "A camel? A goldfish? A parakeet? Give me a clue at least!"
"Is that your final answer?" asked the Sphinx darkly.
"Yes, er, no, I don't know!" I wailed.
"The answer is a human," declared the Sphinx. "A baby crawls on all fours. The child and the adult walk on two legs. Then, in the twilight of life, the old must use a cane -three legs."
The Sphinx's stony lips shifted ever so slightly into what might have passed for a smile.
"I cannot accept your answer," said the Sphinx. "Goodbye!"
__________
PIG SCROLLS by Paul Shipton. Copyright (c) 2005 by Paul Shipton. Published by Candlewick Press, Inc., Cambridge, MA.
From the Trade Paperback edition.
Présentation de l'éditeur:
"Here is your riddle, Answerer. . . ." It glared as if daring me to pipe up."What creature walks on four legs in the morning, two in the afternoon, and three in the evening?"
What? This wasn't the sort of riddle we used to tell back in the service tents during the Trojan War. Riddles back then were more along the lines of:
"Knock knock."
"Who's there?"
"Euripides."
"Euripides who?"
"Euripides tunics and you'll have to pay for them." . . .
You know, proper riddles, none of this bloomin' "four legs in the morning" malarkey.
I frantically searched my encyclopedic brain, but the bright ideas all seemed to be hiding in the corners.
"Can I consult a friend?" I asked in desperation. "I'd best get going then, 'cause my friend lives four days' march away. . . ."
"Time is up," said the Sphinx. "What is your answer?"
"Just give me a sec, will you? It's . . . um . . ."
"Ye-es?"
I heard myself answering. My voice sounded small and faraway and a bit on the thick side. "Is it . . . a squirrel?"
I was faintly aware of Sibyl's groan from behind me. The Sphinx's face betrayed no reaction.
"No, wait!" I cried. "Not a squirrel . . . a chicken! I mean . . . a hippopotamus!" Still no help from that stony visage. "A camel? A goldfish? A parakeet? Give me a clue at least!"
"Is that your final answer?" asked the Sphinx darkly.
"Yes, er, no, I don't know!" I wailed.
"The answer is a human," declared the Sphinx. "A baby crawls on all fours. The child and the adult walk on two legs. Then, in the twilight of life, the old must use a cane -three legs."
The Sphinx's stony lips shifted ever so slightly into what might have passed for a smile.
"I cannot accept your answer," said the Sphinx. "Goodbye!"
__________
PIG SCROLLS by Paul Shipton. Copyright (c) 2005 by Paul Shipton. Published by Candlewick Press, Inc., Cambridge, MA.
From the Trade Paperback edition.
References to ancient Greece abound in this relentlessly funny adventure starring a one-time member of Odysseus's crew — now a sarcastic talking pig — who must fulfill a prophecy to save the world.
"Sing in me, Muse, and through me tell the story of . . ." a talking pig? Behold Gryllus, ancient Greek hero of our epic tale, a smarty-pants former crewman of the storied Odysseus, transformed by Circe into a swine — and perfecty content to stay that way, thank you very much. Life as a pig is just fine until the pushy prophetess, Sibyl, kidnaps Gryllus and informs him the world's in grave danger and the only one who can save it is . . . a talking pig. Well, fan-boomin'-tastic! Seems the gods have gone into hiding, terrifying monsters are on the loose, and all of creation is seriously out of whack. Even more preposterous, an imbecilic goatherd (with a zigzag scar on his head) has some part in the prophecy and must tag along with the motley crew on a perilous trek to Delphi, where even Sibyl has no clue what they're supposed to do — even IF they manage to get there alive.
Welcome to a comical quest full of nonstop action and oddly familiar characters, from an oversensitive, lyre-strumming poet to the sinister, snappily dressed Epicurus; from chimeras and Stymphalian birds to the testy gods and goddesses themselves. With its abundant appropriation of Greek history and myth and its galloping humor perfectly pitched to middle-grade kids, THE PIG SCROLLS is sure to tickle young readers and take a place of honor on teachers' and librarians' shelves.
"Sing in me, Muse, and through me tell the story of . . ." a talking pig? Behold Gryllus, ancient Greek hero of our epic tale, a smarty-pants former crewman of the storied Odysseus, transformed by Circe into a swine — and perfecty content to stay that way, thank you very much. Life as a pig is just fine until the pushy prophetess, Sibyl, kidnaps Gryllus and informs him the world's in grave danger and the only one who can save it is . . . a talking pig. Well, fan-boomin'-tastic! Seems the gods have gone into hiding, terrifying monsters are on the loose, and all of creation is seriously out of whack. Even more preposterous, an imbecilic goatherd (with a zigzag scar on his head) has some part in the prophecy and must tag along with the motley crew on a perilous trek to Delphi, where even Sibyl has no clue what they're supposed to do — even IF they manage to get there alive.
Welcome to a comical quest full of nonstop action and oddly familiar characters, from an oversensitive, lyre-strumming poet to the sinister, snappily dressed Epicurus; from chimeras and Stymphalian birds to the testy gods and goddesses themselves. With its abundant appropriation of Greek history and myth and its galloping humor perfectly pitched to middle-grade kids, THE PIG SCROLLS is sure to tickle young readers and take a place of honor on teachers' and librarians' shelves.
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- ISBN 10 0670914142
- ISBN 13 9780670914142
- BindingRelié
- Number of pages224
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