Today’s story went into a library shoot:
A few books in a room; it could hardly be called a library. When the floods came, the library wasn’t even on the local government’s list.
Every last book was ruined. There were no stories to escape to, just the foul stench of destruction. The locals assumed it would close. But it didn’t. A few weeks later it reopened. There was only one book on the shelf. It told the tale of a mighty water spirit and a brave librarian.
Little by little the locals caught on. Tales of brave butchers and valiant school children started to appear and soon the library was full once more.