<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Munchkins on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/munchkins/</link><description>Recent content in Munchkins on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 30 May 2026 20:13:46 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/munchkins/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Trouble in Fairyland 10: Epilogue</title><link>/stories/2014/04/15/trouble-in-fairyland-10-epilogue/</link><pubDate>Tue, 15 Apr 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/04/15/trouble-in-fairyland-10-epilogue/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="troubleinfairyland9.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trouble in Fairyland 9: Escape&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 10: Epilogue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I parted the branches carefully and looked out at the cleared yard behind the house. A house made of bricks. There was a wooden veranda, assorted strange furniture and fittings scattered about the yard and a large kennel. I had found the place. Now, I happily admit I hated him at times, but Big Bad Wolf has been good to and with me, and when I heard what Galinda the Good Witch of the East had done to him I wanted my revenge. It was just plain unfair, and I have a terrible sense of fairness.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Trouble in Fairyland 9: Escape</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/trouble-in-fairyland-9-escape/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/trouble-in-fairyland-9-escape/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="troubleinfairyland8.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trouble in Fairyland 8: Revelation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 9: Escape&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I hauled my head up off the floor and the world swam about me. I gave my head a shake and fought down a wave of nausea. Every limb ached and my brain felt like it was trying to escape through my ears.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I forced my eyes open and the bright sunlight was almost painful. I lifted myself from where I lay on the floor and looked about. I could see the Evil Queen lying prone on the mattress that made up the centrepiece of her evil machine of sexual torment.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>