Residents Outraged Over Giblet Shortage

The residents of New Peebleshire are reasonably upset over their current lack of giblets, a necessity in making dinner gravy. The village has been turkey-free since the great turkey famine of 1807, but the bird's meat remains a popular import from far-away Belfriesboro.

Giblet gravy has been a staple in the diet of the commoners here since 1741, when young Derelect McFoote famously drank a pint of it at the urging of his fellow cobblers. McFoote's legend, and the gravy's popularity, grew rapidly.

Belfriesboro, which is in the midst of its own turkey famine, has been unable to spare even a gizzard to its giblet-starved neighbors. With no certainty as to when the famine will end, members of New Peebleshire's local giblet guild are ready to give up hope. Only time will tell.

A popular Gravysmith whips up a fresh batch of the good stuff.

New Peebleshire Myth of the Week: The Slumber Fairy

The Slumber Fairy, anxiously awaiting the coming of twilight.

The Slumber Fairy, one of New Peebleshire's oldest and most favored myths, is the tiniest of all the fairies. Whilst her dainty appearance and whimsical nature appeal to the children of the village, her value among the elder members of New Peebleshire cannot be overstated.

The Slumber Fairy appears, approriately, whilst one sleeps. Unlike the more commonly known fairies, she carries no pixie dust or magic wand. Instead, the Slumber Fairy brings with her a sumptuous banquet of English delights. Any citizen earning their fair share of scrupleberries will likely awaken to a table of salted meats, fig jellies, warm peppered gravy, and fermented cider.

Whilst the fairy herself has never been seen, she remains the subject of much literature and bedtime storytelling. Letters written to her by local children are often left 'neath the willow tree that sits in the middle of Gillowsbry Forest, where the Slumber Fairy is thought to reside.