The Chronicles of Smarnia

“We know you have your choice of fantasy realms to escape to from the horrors of war-torn Britain, but I think you will find you cannot beat Smarnia,” said the slightly overweight faun, Timnur, to the four children.

“We have your standard talking animals, mythological creatures, etcetera, etcetera.” Timnur motioned to two seedy looking dwarfs on a cigarette break.

“We also have a deity-allegory-lion for moral lessons.” He turned around motioning to a lion.

“‘Sup?” said the deity-allegory-lion.

“What about a dental plan?” asked Linda.

“Oh, it’s excellent, as long as you don’t mind a woodpecker as dentist.”

“We’ll keep looking.”