Time's were definitely tough for Danny, the

Time's were definitely tough for Danny, the job market screwed him on this one, all he wanted was to work at a cool, relaxing firm at the Lycon and Son's buisness building, but he

? It was green and orange and black and purple and red and all fifty shades of grey and brown in places too. The man who

's eyes were currently being assaulted by such a strange mix of colors groaned. "Next time warn me when I'm going to have to look at something that hideous.

" "Okay, then. You're about to see something hideous," I said, and then showed him his own face in the mirror. He seemed nonplussed. "Bad hair day, it'll grow out," he mumbled.

"Hmm, so the magic mirror doesn't work..." I quickly scanned my inventory once again, but could find nothing with which to deter the fearsome yeti. In desperation, I

through my hairbrush at him. The yeti stooped to pick it up & then stood at the mirror grooming it's tousled fur. "Damn, the wild's have sure ravaged me good looks" it said. Huh?

I had to agree. The yeti turned out to be my long lost eighth cousin. I was floored. Cousin Yeti stayed with me and Mum until he died at age 115. He wrote an autobiography, which I

must admit was rather long and uninteresting, with far too much purple prose, but it sold well enough to earn him a decent living.

He didn't plan on resting on his laurels. He was working on another book. This time his novel would revolve around a chuck wagon cook's daughter named Coriander LoXpez.