Tusky Grins
[Excerpt from Joyce Ringwarble's Tusky Grins What I don't understand is why they are not simply rounded up and sterilised. When I confront people with that idea, some nod, and smile, and make placid little comments. Some grimace or laugh and move swiftly on. Some actually recoil. And there are those who grow angry, and it is to them I relate this story: My cousin, Penelope, spent her life championing half-orcs (and all piggy-eyed orcish peoples) in her writing. She interviewed and befriended many of their kind, and one day, without warning, one of them took her daughter from her crib, and he ate her. Not gobbled up. Nothing fairytale here. He chewed the child's fingers while she screamed and waved a bloody stump. And he smiled at my cousin. That was what drove her mad, I think. Beware, dear reader. Beware their tusky grins.