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> > > > > > Opening Statement of Mr. Harold Schoff, attorney for Mr. Coyote: My client, Mr. Wile E. Coyote, a resident of Arizona and contiguous states, does hereby bring suit for damages against the Acme Company, manufacturer and retail distributor of assorted merchandise, incorporated in Delaware and doing business in every state, district, and territory. Mr. Coyote seeks compensation for personal injuries, loss of business income, and mental suffering caused as a direct result of the actions and/or gross negligence of said company, under Title 15 of the United States Code, Chapter 47, section 2072, subsection (a), relating to product liability. > > > > > > > > Mr. Coyote states that on eighty-five separate occasions he has purchased of the Acme Company (hereinafter, “Defendant”), through that company’s mail order department, certain products which did cause him bodily injury due to defects in manufacture or improper cautionary labelling. Sales slips made out to Mr. Coyote as proof of purchase are at present in the possession of the Court, marked Exhibit A. Such injuries sustained by Mr. Coyote have temporarily restricted his ability to make a living in his profession of predator. Mr. Coyote is self-employed and thus not eligible for Workmen’s Compensation. > > > > > > > > \-Coyote v. Acme by Ian Fraizer > > > > > > --- > > This is one of my favorite editions of this anthology series. It's also one of the hardest to find - this PDF was the only copy available on Anna's. If anyone has alternative file formats available, offering a free boost and upvote if you link them in the comments.

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> O, then I see Queen Mab hath been with you. > > She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes > > In shape no bigger than an agate stone > > On the forefinger of an alderman, > > Drawn with a team of little atomies > > Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep; > > Her wagon spokes made of long spinners' legs, > > The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers; > > Her traces, of the smallest spider's web; > > Her collars, of the moonshine's wat'ry beams; > > Her whip, of cricket's bone; the lash, of film; > > Her wagoner, a small grey-coated gnat, > > Not half so big as a round little worm > > Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid; > > Her chariot is an empty hazelnut, > > Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub, > > Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers. > > And in this state she gallops night by night > > Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love; > > O'er courtiers' knees, that dream on cursies straight; > > O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees; > > O'er ladies' lips, who straight on kisses dream, > > Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues, > > Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are. > > Sometime she gallops o'er a courtier's nose, > > And then dreams he of smelling out a suit; > > And sometime comes she with a tithe-pig's tail > > Tickling a parson's nose as 'a lies asleep, > > Then dreams he of another benefice. > > Sometimes she driveth o'er a soldier's neck, > > And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, > > Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, > > Of healths five fadom deep; and then anon > > Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes, > > And being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two > > And sleeps again. This is that very Mab > > That plats the manes of horses in the night > > And bakes the elflocks in foul sluttish, hairs, > > Which once untangled much misfortune bodes > > This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs, > > That presses them and learns them first to bear, > > Making them women of good carriage. > > This is she... > > --- > 16k page .PDF, so it may take a bit to load through the web interface. Here's some alternative file formats from Anna's.

O, then I see Queen Mab hath been with you.

She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes

In shape no bigger than an agate stone

On the forefinger of an alderman,

Drawn with a team of little atomies

Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep;

Her wagon spokes made of long spinners' legs,

The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers;

Her traces, of the smallest spider's web;

Her collars, of the moonshine's wat'ry beams;

Her whip, of cricket's bone; the lash, of film;

Her wagoner, a small grey-coated gnat,

Not half so big as a round little worm

Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid;

Her chariot is an empty hazelnut,

Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub,

Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers.

And in this state she gallops night by night

Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love;

O'er courtiers' knees, that dream on cursies straight;

O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees;

O'er ladies' lips, who straight on kisses dream,

Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues,

Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are.

Sometime she gallops o'er a courtier's nose,

And then dreams he of smelling out a suit;

And sometime comes she with a tithe-pig's tail

Tickling a parson's nose as 'a lies asleep,

Then dreams he of another benefice.

Sometimes she driveth o'er a soldier's neck,

And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats,

Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades,

Of healths five fadom deep; and then anon

Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes,

And being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two

And sleeps again. This is that very Mab

That plats the manes of horses in the night

And bakes the elflocks in foul sluttish, hairs,

Which once untangled much misfortune bodes

This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs,

That presses them and learns them first to bear,

Making them women of good carriage.

This is she...

--- 16k page .PDF, so it may take a bit to load through the web interface. Here's some alternative file formats from Anna's.

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> > > > > > In the depths of the mutant rain forest where the water falls each afternoon in a light filtered to vermilion, a feline stone idol stands against the opaque foliage. > > On the screen of the monitor it rises up from nowhere, > > upon its hind legs, both taller and thicker than a man. > > See how the cellular accretion has distended its skull, > > how the naturally sleek architecture of the countenance > > has evolved into a distorted and angular grotesquerie, > > how the taloned forepaws now possess opposable digits. > > In the humid caves and tunnels carved from living vines, > > where leprous anacondas coil, a virulent faith calls us. > > A sudden species fashions godhood in its own apotheosis > > > > > > > > * from Return to the Mutant Rain Forest by Bruce Boston and Robert Fraizer, page 160 > > > > > > Wikipedia on the Anthology