The Battle for Halladon

With the evil Leprechauns (The Shangaar) hot on their trail, who would ever guess that the fate of the Littlest People would fall on the shoulders of a 10-year-old human girl named Clara Gooday? Her unwavering belief in the Littlest People may be the very thing that saves The FunGkins and all of Halladon from a fate worse than death.

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Origin of the FunGkins

Well, by now, you may be asking how this tall tale got started? Believe it or not, this is how it began. Days earlier, we had off-white Berber carpet installed throughout the house. A few days after, there was a downpour which continued all day. We bought this house a year before, mainly because of the giant oak tree in the backyard. The towering oak is over ten feet in diameter. I had built a treehouse in it for our eight-year-old son, Tyler. It quickly became the  favorite place for he and his friends. One evening after school, I noticed purple footprints that led down the hall and up the staircase. I screamed, Tyler! He came running into the kitchen in his sock feet and slid up to me like he was on his skateboard. For a moment, I just gave him a stare. Then, before I could say a word, his eyes widened, and he began to whisper, "Dad, before you go getting upset, let me explain. I didn't make those footprints. It's the Mushroom People, and they're trying to get me in trouble." Tyler ushered me over to the dining room window in the rear of the house. Strangely enough, he pointed to the ground around the tree. Purple mushrooms had grown all the way around the tree trunk. Someone had stomped the mushrooms into the ground. At first, I started to punish him for telling such an outrageous tale. But then I heard a small, still voice whisper in my right ear. The Mushroom People, write it down. I stepped into my office, pulled up to my gateway desktop computer, and typed those very words. I began telling the story in Tyler's third-grade class. Each time I told the story, more characters and adventures emerged. Then Tyler's teacher, Ms. Lacy, began telling other teachers about the story, and the story became popular in the school system. The more I wrote, the better the story became. Somehow it had come to life, so much so that it seemed to be writing itself. It was as if the Spirit of the Lord was helping pen the story. After telling the story at a school in Chicago, a teacher asked, "Where can I buy the book?" I replied, there is no book. I just  write to tell the story to the children. They seem to love my storytelling. She replied, "I tell you what, give me the manuscript. I'll publish it and split the royalties with you." Hearing what she and others were saying, along with how much children eight to twelve enjoyed the story, I decided publishing it would be a good idea. After all, the story had been tested and proven. Today, the tall tale has become an epic book series titled The FunGkins/Battle for Halladon. The rest, as they say, is history.
Origin of the FunGkins