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Yantriel lives on a small pig farm, grieving the loss of his wife, trying to make a good life for his two daughters.

Then, on a midsummer day, an endless mass of frogs begins to ooze out of Yantriel’s outhouse.

Not just ordinary frogs. These frogs know things.

Now the frogs set their sights on the only thing Yantriel ever cared about...

His family.

A creepy fantasy short story from Dale Hartley Emery.

Published: Driscoll Brook Press on
ISBN: 9781632610065
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YANTRIEL’S PRIVY

Dale Hartley Emery

Driscoll Brook Press

© 2014 Dale Hartley Emery

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Contents

Title Page

A Pig or a Daughter

The Slop Bucket

Unnerving Fidelity

Chilly Winter

About the Author

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A Pig or a Daughter

Garno strode through my front door, took one look at me, and said, This is the last free one, Yantriel. The next time will cost you either a pig or a daughter.

He smiled in that oily way he has, all on one side, one eyebrow jutting up and one corner of his mouth pulling back. He tilted his head and the peak of his pointed blue silk hat flopped over one eyebrow. He ran his thumbs up the lapels of his gold-embroidered blue silk jacket and bounced on the balls of his feet. The blue of his jacket was about four shades lighter and three shades greener than the blue of his hat. And the gold embroidery was frayed and dingy.

A pig or a daughter. That’s what he said last time. But when I called his bluff and offered him my eldest daughter—Clambeth, the smart one—he just shook his head and mumbled. And I wasn’t about to offer him a pig. He was bluffing about the daughter—I was pretty confident about that—but he might take me up on a pig. I couldn’t afford to give up a whole pig no matter how much I needed him.

And I needed him. By now, the frogs crawling out of my outhouse covered most of the hill behind the barn.

And not just any old frogs. These were smart frogs. You get enough of