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For this challenge, create a fanwork based on one of the (sixteen!) Eerie, Indiana tie-in books.
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It's Thursday, the day we dedicate to Simon's absolute best boy, Sparky the Hellhound.

This week, check out this adorable Cerberus pin by Bemused Behemoth:

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Someone had turned the Cloud Sheep out to graze in the lowest field. Tethered to small cold iron weights that kept them from floating away, they drifted back and forth, pausing to nibble at the flowering helium deposits that sprouted here and there amongst the long grass.

Farmer Chambers was waiting by the back gate when Simon arrived. His sheepdog, a black and white border collie named, as all such dogs are named, Jessie, bounded over to Sparky and began an excitable monologue conducted half in Canid, and half in Latin. Simon listened just long enough to make sure she wasn't trying to recruit his pet Hellhound for the Canine Liberation Front, then left them to it.

"Morning, Ephraim," he said, giving a little wave. "I'm here to do the six-month check up for the herd. You set up the appointment with my assistant, Sheila?"

The old man nodded, thumbs hooked into the straps of his faded blue overalls.

"Aye," he said, opening the gate and gesturing for Simon to go ahead. "They're looking well. Should be a good balloon harvest this year."

Simon started down the muddy path worn through the rich green.

"No vulcanisation issues with the rubber?" he asked. "I brought Sparky along, just in case we needed a little Hellfire and sulphur."

He patted his breast pocket, where a flute carved from a hanged man's rib jutted at an odd angle. There were faster ways to bring a Hellhound to heel, but the music of the dead almost always meant they came willingly.

Ephraim shook his head.

"Lambs are coagulating nicely," he said. "Helium blossom keeps the ewes plump, which keeps clown predation down. I figure a round sheep don't make such a good basis for a balloon animal."

"Also they can fly off," agreed Simon.

Ongoing Verse: Microwave

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Ongoing Verse: Holmes Brothers

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The Phantom Ocean was back again, cresting waves and grey water layered over and around the vacant, hungry blue of Lake Eerie. White and eyeless things that had never existed flickered in it's filmy depths, half-seen, half-imagined. The Lorelei huddled on the rotting boardwalk behind the Eerie Baitshop and Sushi Bar, muttering resentfully into their knitting and swatting at the too-real seagulls that accompanied the briny depths.

Janet brought out a platter of steaming French fries, along with chum made with the previous day's leftovers.

"Ladies," she said, setting it down and retreating to a safe distance. "On the house."

Ongoing Verse: Janet

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