Uncle Khavenko's Books for Children.

[Random_White_Guy]

A beaten and leatherbound picture book at knee height...

[tface=fell]My Imaginary Friend[/tface]

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[tface=sketch] Once I had a friend.
A good friend who made me happy when no one else did.
A good friend who made me laugh.
A good friend who made me play.
A good friend who made me feel good.

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[tface=sketch]Girls would think I was scary...
Until they met my friend.
Girls would think I was mean...
Until they met my friend.
Girls would think I was ugly...
Until they met my friend.
My friend made everything better.[/tface]

[tface=sketch] I would show them his magic bottle.
I would help them rub it day or night.
Because I Knew he would make everything alright.
From his bottle he would come,
And grant my every wish.
My friend was magical...[/tface]

[tface=sketch] His magics would work quick.
The girls would smile and laugh.
The girls would sway and dance.
The girls would play with me.
The girls would hold my hands.
So listen well my friends,
Magic comes from purple bottles.
Purple bottles with purple juices.
Your mommy and daddy play with them.
Why shouldn't you?
Find their bottles when they are sleeping...
Find a friend to play with...
Drink and be happy!
Drink and play!
It'll be Okay!
If you play with my imaginary friend!
Plus girls will rub your bottle...
If you tell them you can make their wishes come true!
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[Random_White_Guy]

In the off-duty hours a certain mustachioed musterman visits the Curio shop, removing the thick layer of dust upon his children's story promoting alcohol's virtues. He can be seen purchasing another book binding no doubt a followup tale to come soon...

[Random_White_Guy]

Left on the ground near the Link Boy in the Old Stones Restaurant, a dusty old copy appears cleaned up and left behind with care by a mustachioed gentlemen