Thanks for all your visits in 2012, and especially to anybody who rented and bought the books. Happy New Year: Best Wishes for 2013. The published Werewolf of Oz will continue to be serialised on http://www.greenygrey.co.uk
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As we approach a month ’til Winter Solstice, Christmas and lots of other world holidays and festivals we’re delighted to write that Grey’s classic epic comedy-fantasy travel-quest comedy-quest fantasy-travel epic classic Werewolf of Oz: Fantasy Travel by Google Maps is now available in book form as well as kindle on Amazon.
Hopefully, it might make an ideal present for those trying to protect animals and environment; enjoy South Park and Monty Python-style comedy; have an interest in travel and Australia; or the powers of body, mind and spirit.
Here’s the book cover, which links through to the book on Amazon, followed by its description on Amazon.
Rebel without a cause, werewolf without claws, Grey travels across all regions of Oz (Australia) in a comedy-fantasy parody of the Wizard of Oz. It is not witches that hunt the protagonist for a ruby slipper, but monotheists desperate to get their hands on an emerald cork hat. There’s no scarecrow, tin man and cowardly lion searching for brain, heart and courage; instead, we have Elle McPherson, Angry Anderson and Bon Scott inspired characters needing a body, mind and spirit confidence boost. Will Grey and the intrepid travellers elude their pursuers and reach their destination? This book provides amazing action and surreal comedy in poetry and prose before reaching a cohesive and thrilling ending.
The Werewolf of Oz has now been edited, improved and digitally published on:
Grey has returned to the Greenygrey world, and reunited with Green as the Greenygrey. There is further discussion about the Werewolf of Oz today on the blog, and this will continue for the foreseeable future, with the transformation from blog to book explained.
Thanks for following the epic Ozyssey, or just visiting for the first time, and I thoroughly hope you continue popping into the Greenygrey world.
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I rose into a mix of joy and relief; sadness and loss. Many had given their lives on Greenslopes. I was relieved that Angry, Cathy and Elle quickly joined me, and to see they were all in good health. Aussie and Digger soon turned up as well, and were looking swell; Aus said it had only received a flesh wound. Then Vombat the Wombat pushed its way through the crowd, with a relieved look on its face. I could see Brian and Emily with the chinchilla survivors, but where were the Collie twins?
Searching for the Collie Twins
I asked the others if they’d seen the Collies. Digger said they’d been fighting heroically the last time it’d seen them, which was near the end of the battle. None of them had seen the Collies at the end of the battle. I started walking down the hill, looking through the bodies, dreading finding the Collies in a bad state.
A cascade of cheers rolled down from the top of the hill. I looked behind me and was filled with relief: the Collie twins were alive and well, and being carried along by a crowd of chinchillas. I rushed up the hill to them, and saw they were all eating buns.
I made my way through the munching mass, and asked the twins where they’d been. Ollie was too busy bun-munching above the bunch to hear; but Colin said that when the fighting finished they noticed a rich bun seam had been exposed by all the disruption, so they’d straightaway started bun-mining to feed the hungry survivors. Colin handed me a freshly mined rough-cut bun.
I laughed and thanked him, before biting into a bun that tasted just as delicious as those I’d eaten in Bunbury.
As I savoured the taste, and memories of Ozyssey evoked, I thought how Bunbury and Bri’s bane were on different sides of Oz, but would be quite close together in a dictionary. I thought there must be a lesson there somewhere, but was too busy bun-munching to brainwave.
Grey amongst green. Reposted from lakesidelane.
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We didn’t like the sound of Hunters Bay, so we headed over to the Sydney Harbour National Park, where I really liked the name of the headquarters and visitor centre: Greycliffe House.
Dr. Watson of Watsons Bay
Arriving at Greycliffe House, I was surprised to see that it was neither particularly grey nor built on a cliff.
I introduced myself to a gentleman there, and he told me his name was Dr. Watson of Watsons Bay.
I asked him why the house was called Greycliffe when it wasn’t a very good description. He apologised for not knowing, and said a man who probably would know, called Holmes, was off visiting some other homes for another inquiry at the moment.
The Greycliffe House Mouse
Not long after I’d thanked Dr. Watson and turned away,
in a triangular hall containing a square ball,
I was accosted by a small mouse of my colour grey.
It said its name was Cliff and the house was named after him,
I replied it was built in 1852 so how could that be true,
It said it was on a special diet and low-fat cheese kept it quiet.
I thought, Now, that’s nonsense.