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Ihe the wolfman might be a dud, but he must search for the last remaining Tasmanian Wolf he just knows has to be hiding from the human hunter somewhere in Australia and the world. But, always, the human pot shots or their four-by-fours keep coming. Yet the wolfman and his archly human rival will chase each other down long after Extinction has shot its bolt.Ihe the wolfman might be a dud, but he must search for the last remaining Tasmanian Wolf...

Ihe the wolfman must search for the last remaining Tasmanian Wolf he just knows has to be hiding from the human hunter somewhere in Australia and the world. But, always, the human pot shots or their four-by-fours keep coming. Yet the wolfman and his archly human rival will chase each other down long after Extinction has shot its bolt.

Surely you remember Wi, a name especially chosen to fit our attention spans? The world-record kidnappee, nabbee, swipee, snatchee, hoisted so many times even he's lost count? (How about those three times in five minutes effort? That takes rare raw talent, that does.) I mean, if it wasn't for our Wi how many of these yabbers, yarns, shaggy dogs and yank-your-chain whoppers could I trot out for you? Even getting across one's not easy when it's a...

Surely you remember Wi, a name especially chosen to fit our attention spans? The world-record kidnappee, nabbee, swipee, snatchee, hoisted so many times even he's lost count? (How about those three times in five minutes effort? That takes rare raw talent, that does.) I mean, if it wasn't for our Wi how many of these yabbers, yarns, shaggy dogs and yank-your-chain whoppers could I trot out for you? Even getting across one's not easy when it's a...

The live-acted shadow play of today uses live actors to evoke fantasy combined with realism to illustrate a fully-rounded play narrated by a storyteller sitting in full audience view.It is not a puppet show. It does not demand actors contort themselves into amazing shapes like trees of elephants. It is a play-behind that theatrically lies in the unfurrowed field between mime and the theatre we conventionally know today. It has hardly, if ever,...

If you are a famous-enough author long presumed dead and you keep sending notes to your Publisher through some far-off precocious teenage girl who says she's never heard of you - and the frightening predictions in those notes keep coming true -- then you can't be dead. Can you? For one, the mother of Jimmy Massey knew nothing of you walking into the sea off southern Sri Lanka, or your predictions of the murders of all sorts of priests across A...

You know I'd never lie to you. How could I? It's the Talls campfire and these are the oral-lit smoke trails that swirl about you, never to dribble drivel upon you. You can be sure you'll only get what's inner-heard. I embellish you not.Surely you remember Wi, a name especially chosen to fit our attention spans? The world-record kidnappee, nabbee, swipee, snatchee, hoisted so many times even he's lost count? (How about that three times in five ...