Tag Archives: The Five Names
Carl here. I guess it all started with the dream. In it I was sleeping covered by a huge, steaming pancake, instead of a blanket. Naturally, I woke with a craving for flapjacks. No one was around to fulfill my … Continue reading
Carl could never be called “a slave to fashion,” but he did quite like the hat he found in the kitchen.
Two. One. One half. They were all gone. All the Peeps had disappeared. Carl’s profound sadness compelled him to write, Ode to the Peeps: Oh Peeps, my peeps, where have you gone? Oh Peeps, my Peeps, I write you this song … Continue reading
There are a couple of things at which peeps aren’t skilled. One of them is counting. Despite that, the squishy little fellows sensed that their numbers were decreasing. As one would expect, panic ensued. This leads us to the second … Continue reading
At first Carl didn’t know all the advantages of being famous and having an entourage. This became clearer a few days ago. Carl and his friend, Pip, were minding their own business when they were attacked by Carl’s arch-enemy, Snarl. … Continue reading
Carl has become so popular while promoting my book, The Five Names, that he now has peeps. This first photograph shows Carl, and his peeps, as my Corgi dramatizes a portion of my book through the perspective of Inkie, the … Continue reading