“It was so strange,” said Librarian X, “I know large dictionaries can be dangerous , but still…”
“Tell me more. How did it start?”I asked.
“Well, I had to move the big dictionary over there, the one with the old leather binding. And the spine cracked. Words just started flowing out of the dictionary until we were hip deep in verbiage.”
“But there must be more to it,” I said, ducking as the word toaster flew by.
Librarian X continued, “As the words flowed out of the dictionary, cold met hot, anger bumped into joy, and chaos crashed into order…”
“Oh no!” I cried.
“Yup. Word Storm. Once words start flying around, anything can happen. At the library this means books were bump and more words escaped and…”
Just then Librarian K ran by with a butterfly net. “The best way to catch a fairy tale, don’t you know,” she whispered over her shoulder.
Stunned by the confusion and noise, I turned to Librarian X . “Is there anything the public can do to help?”
“Read more. Words love to be read after all. Come into the library and read more and the less likely we are to be overwhelmed by a Word Storm”
I nodded. “Maybe an ad campaign…”
“…but not now!” she said. “Let’s round up these words. I’m sure the word sheepdog is out here somewhere, and it would just love to help….”