We gave this story to a very competent, and very pretty gal artist. We said, «Read this carefully, dream on it, and come up with an illustration.» A week later, she returned with the finished drawing. “The hero,” she said. We did a double take. «Hey! That's not the hero.” She looked us straight in the eye. «Can you prove it?” She had us. We couldn't, and she left hurriedly to go home and cook dinner for her family. And what were they having? Frog legs—what else?
