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The Trials and Tribulations of Myron Blumberg, Dragon [MultiFormat]
eBook by Mike Resnick
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eBook Category: Fantasy/Humor
eBook Description: As Myron Blumberg slowly grows green scales, a tail, and an unpredictable tendency to breathe fire, he loses his job and acquires an appetite for 20 pounds of meat a day ... putting a strain on his pocketbook and an even greater strain on his marriage.
eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: Dragon Fantastic, ed. Rosalind M. and Martin H. Greenberg, 1992
Fictionwise Release Date: December 2002
Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [43 KB], eReader (PDB) [21 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [6 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [7 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [59 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [77 KB], hiebook (KML) [50 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [37 KB], iSilo (PDB) [5 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [7 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [35 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [13 KB]
Words: 2043
Reading time: 5-8 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud DISABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
 
Sylvia's always after me. * * * *"It's a skin condition," she says. "It's a wart," I say. "It's a skin condition and you're going to the doctor and don't touch me until he gives you something for it." So I go to the doctor, and he gives me something for it, and she makes me sleep in the guest room anyway. * * * *"Myron, you're green," she says. "You mean like I don't know the ropes, or you mean like I got ptomaine poisoning from your tuna salad?" I ask. "I mean like you're the same color as the grass," she says. "Maybe it's the lotion the doctor gave me," I say. "It doesn't come off on your shirts," she says. "So maybe it all dried up," I say. "Maybe," she says, "but stay in your room when I have the girls over for mah jong." * * * *"I told you not to smoke in bed," she says. "I know," I says. "Well, then?" she says. "Well then, what?" I say. "Well then why are you smoking in bed?" she says. "I'm not," I say. "Then how did your pillow get scorched?" she says. "Not from the passion of your love-making, that's for sure," I say. "Don't be disgusting," she says. Then I belch, and out comes all this smoke and fire, and she says if I ever lie to her again she's going to give me a rolling pin upside my head, and then she walks out of the house before I can tell her I haven't lit up a cigarette in four days.
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