Elephant and Rabbit As Told By Skib Bricluster - Young, T. A.
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Elephant and Rabbit are philosophers without peer, pondering everything from the existential dilemma of a particular snowflake to how to get a whale out of a river and back to the fjords (oh, wait - they really did that). They meet a drooling panther with an old grudge, a chicken with an inferiority complex, and Elephant's mother, who has come to reclaim her son. Can the friendship of Elephant and Rabbit withstand these pressures? And when they meet a Tier II Dragon, can Rabbit hide his eye roll? T. A. Young's incomparable wit and depth will make you laugh out loud, and leave you pondering.…mehr

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Elephant and Rabbit are philosophers without peer, pondering everything from the existential dilemma of a particular snowflake to how to get a whale out of a river and back to the fjords (oh, wait - they really did that). They meet a drooling panther with an old grudge, a chicken with an inferiority complex, and Elephant's mother, who has come to reclaim her son. Can the friendship of Elephant and Rabbit withstand these pressures? And when they meet a Tier II Dragon, can Rabbit hide his eye roll? T. A. Young's incomparable wit and depth will make you laugh out loud, and leave you pondering. But who are they, really? Author T. A. Young, talking about Elephant and Rabbit on Art Speak, said, "They are Sancho and Don Quixote, Laurel and Hardy, Androcles and The Lion, Vladimir and Estragon, Hope and Crosby...friends, brothers, hosts to all visitors to the magical forest, tour guides to eternity..." Illustrated by Theodore Gallmeyer.
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T. A. Young autobiography For the sake of brevity, we need go back no farther than the origin of the universe - let's call it 14.5 billion years ago - where all of the solid parts began and, probably simultaneously, the motions great and small, spiraling, parabolic and linear, kicked off, determining the relationship of all matter right up to an hour or so ago, when I spilled my coffee and everything went to hell. Of course, if you are a creationist, we're looking at six thousand years ago; my own origins are neither more nor less determined under this theory....er....fact. Then again, if you are a solipsist, as defined in Webster's dictionary as "a resident of the borough of Manhattan in the city of New York," I do not exist at all, except as a momentary blur in your existence. Alas, we've run out of time, but I think we've covered the important stuff; the rest is pretty run of the mill. We can conclude that I have as much to do with what I am as a diamond or a dust bunny with what it is. And that really takes the pressure off: I'm like a pantheistic Quaker. Om. T. A. Young