“Every day, a little boy or a little girl swallows a noodle called Auguste Diodon,” the woolly crab explained to me.  “It isn’t natural, and it makes me terribly ill at ease.” “Me too,” I said. “We have to save Auguste Diodon,” said the wooly crab. “Let’s go,” I said.  “How do we do it?” – from In the Time of the Blue Ball Antoine … Continue reading Stories From After the Apocalypse