The Grammarians' Grimoire

Shirley picked it up at a Sunday rummage sale at the Waterford Library. It was so old and worn that the title had been rubbed away. She imagined it was a children's book, because of its detailed and colorful illustrations. Shirley thought this was one in the series of color-named fairytale books she remembered from her youth. This cover was a blend of every hue conceivable. She could not recall a rainbow volume, but there must have been one, and this must have been it. It was dog-eared with use. How come no one ever says 'cat-eared?' Shirley thought. My Tom has ears as mangled as any dog. It was an unusually fanciful idea for Shirley. Normally, she didn't consider the words that ran through her head.