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Don't Blink ... Or You'll Miss It!

by Bill Hart

200 pages; quality trade paperback (softcover); catalogue #01-0190; ISBN 1-55212-790-7; US$23.00, C$26.00, EUR19.00, £13.50

A series of humorous short stories about people and events running wild on Canada's West Coast.

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About the Book This is a compilation of humorous stories from the towns and hamlets of Canada's West Coast. Here's where you can laugh at other people's foibles while remembering your own.

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About the Author Bill Hart was born at Cambell River in 1930. Always enjoyed writing - was expelled from grade 10 for not amusing the homeroom teacher. Married twice - has four grandchildren. Has farmed, commercial fished, logged, is a musician and commercial artist. Bill is very aware of his surroundings at all times.

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Reviews

"Hart can turn every day occurences that we may consider 'just life' and construct a story that can be considered side-splitting comedy. He says,'I love what I can make using the English language.' He proves that fact here."
-from The Coffee Mate Book Review by Beatrice Repp, January 25, 2002

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Sample Excerpt

Quite a few years later; married; children; rented house; mouse invasion. One day my wife "de jour", said, "Will you check out that cupboard by the stove. It smells awfully like something died in there." I counted heads; kids, (2), dogs, (1) cats, (2) and, as no-one was missing and since I couldn't smell anything untoward I assumed it was something she had imagined and forgot the whole thing. A few days later, the odor had become thick enough to shovel,even to my benumbed sensibilities, which meant that people were crossing the street as they went by our house. I decided to investigate.

What I found was a virtual storm of small furry creatures with bright, beady eyes and big pink ears who ricocheted about the cupboard at close to the speed of sound. I found where they had mined an entrance at the bottom corner so I plugged that and with no further ado, planned an attack.

I took several arm loads of books from the bookcase and built the great wall of Mousedom all around the cupboard entrance so if any came out, they couldn't get away. I didn't want to have to do this twice. Then I emptied everything from the cupboard, checking each item for stowaways. When the cupboard was bare, it was truly bare. There wasn't a mouse in sight. I checked again. There was no way for them to get out so they had to be in there somewhere. I had by now pretty well squeezed right inside, looking for them when suddenly, one popped up from behind a shelf, raced across the back of my hand, tried to get up my sleeve and then disappeared behind another shelf. Within a fraction of a second I had whacked my head on the door frame and sprained several fingers getting out of the cupboard and was half a block away, picking up speed. Jeez, I hate those little furry rockets.

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Catalogue Information

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