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Mrs. Hood Unloads [MultiFormat]
eBook by Mike Resnick
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eBook Category: Humor
eBook Description: Robin Hood's mother kvetches about her outlaw son during a game of mah jongg.
eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: The Fantastic Adventures of Robin Hood, ed. Martin H. Greenberg, 1991
Fictionwise Release Date: April 2003
Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [33 KB], eReader (PDB) [18 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [3 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [4 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [57 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [73 KB], hiebook (KML) [40 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [30 KB], iSilo (PDB) [3 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [4 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [9 KB]
Words: 1078
Reading time: 3-4 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud DISABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
 
Yes, Mrs. Grobnik, it's a new set of tiles. My son the Most Wanted Felon gave them to me. Probably they used to belong to the rabbi's wife. He just gave them to me last week. He'd been keeping them for me for three months. Two nights a week he can sneak into the castle and annoy the King, but can he come by for dinner with his mother more than once in three months? You think you've got tsouris? Well, God may ignore you from time to time, but He hates me. I don't mean to complain ... but what did I ever do to deserve such a schmendrik for a son? I think they must have switched babies at the hospital, I really do. 26 hours I spent in labor, and for what? You work and you slave, you try to give your son a sense of values, and then even when he stops by he gulps his food and can never stay for dessert because the army is after him. So at least you can write and tell me how you're doing, Mr. Big Shot, I tell him. And do you know what he says to that? He says he can't write because he's illiterate. Me, I say he's just using that as an excuse. You break the wall, Mrs. Noodleman. Can I bring anyone some tea?
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