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Guys Read: Bouncing the Grinning Goat: A Short Story from Guys Read: Other Worlds
Guys Read: Bouncing the Grinning Goat: A Short Story from Guys Read: Other Worlds
Guys Read: Bouncing the Grinning Goat: A Short Story from Guys Read: Other Worlds
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Guys Read: Bouncing the Grinning Goat: A Short Story from Guys Read: Other Worlds

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Spark has stolen her brother’s armor and his sword, and now she’s looking for a job. But this job is going to bring much more than she bargained for, and even her wits might not be enough to save her. A short story from Guys Read: Other Worlds, edited by Jon Scieszka.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherHarperCollins
Release dateSep 17, 2013
ISBN9780062289704
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Shannon Hale

Shannon Hale ("Bouncing the Grinning Goat") began writing at age ten—mostly fantasy stories where she was the heroine. She never stopped. She writes bestselling books for kids and adults and also writes graphic novels. Her book Princess Academy was named a Newbery Honor Book in 2006. Shannon lives with her family near Salt Lake City, Utah. 

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    BOUNCING THE GRINNING GOAT

    BY SHANNON HALE

    When I staggered into the town, I hadn’t eaten in three days. My big brother’s armor pressed heavy on my shoulders. His sword hung long from my belt, scraping the ground. I tripped over it, fell face-first into a mud puddle, and wondered, If I just lay here, how long would it take me to die?

    The noon sun’s heat on my back felt like a pat of encouragement. I found the energy to crawl back to my feet and stumble on, past houses, tanners, cobblers, and weavers, following the maddening smell of food. A tavern! Its carved wooden sign bore a smiling goat.

    Good morning, sir, I croaked at a short, round man who was nailing a paper to the door.

    I was about to ask—that is, beg—for a scrap of food when I read the notice he’d nailed up: BOUNCER WANTED.

    A bouncer! If the job included meals, I could be a bouncer. Keep the tavern-goers in line, stop fights, toss out the troublemakers. After all, I looked after my nine little brothers and sisters. Or I had before I ran away.

    I’d like to be your bouncer, I said. I know I don’t look like much at the moment. . . . I tried to scrape the mud off my face. But I have excellent bouncer experience.

    Hmm, a stranger might work better than one of their own telling them what to do, he said. His voice was surprisingly high, like a morning

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