Weirdo Tales for the Littlie Mind

dear reader,

i must warn you that the following may entice you to a collection of stories that could leave you feeling curious and even a little odd. in these pages you will meet the part of me that is still a littlie, who often played alone finding solace in the sanctuary of imagination, yet struggled with the desire for a friend. don’t be fooled by the seemingly ordinary plot lines, there is more to these stories than meets the eye. within these pages you will find contentious topics that challenge societal norms, or stories that encourage children to think critically and form their own opinions, all in the hope to provide a neo-pedagogy-of-mutual-child-adult-parenting-experience.

while these stories are perfect for littlies who may be eager to explore the weird world of the self, this children’s book is for all.

and while the tales may seem strange, they are full of magic, dreamy adventures of self-discovery and journeys of growth, hope and renewal. you’ll learn the joys of decluttering the mind from dull forgettable thoughts. you’ll witness the magic of watching something grow and thrive. you may learn the lesson that true comfort can come in the simplest of forms. the endless, arduous journey to search for true friendship is matched by the raw emotional struggles of our weird and wondrous mind.

so if you are brave enough to venture into the world of the weirdo tarot, i invite you to turn the pages and explore the mysterious and peculiar, weirdo tales for the littlie mind.

yours weirdly,

the weirdo tarot

(be weird it’s normal)

weirdo tarot was not always weirdo tarot. they were just an egg in a box. as a littlie, they would daydream their way through school, wondering deeply. their earliest acknowledgement came at the age of about seven, from a primary school teacher who claimed this littlie egg was an exceptional story teller. this didn’t come as a surprise to mother egg. littlie egg regularly told stories to get them out of mischief. as they grew, no longer a littlie but now a grown-up egg, the days grew longer and longer in the box. they forgot about the excitement of being a littlie egg. they forgot about the power of asking question after question that popped into their littlie egg mind and, instead, pretended thy knew all the answers. they forgot about their imagination, leaving it behind for the sake of fitting in with all the other eggs in the box. until one day grown-up egg felt unsatisfied and decided to jump right out of the box and ...

splat!

things got a little messy, as you can imagine. one thing was for sure, they were different, just like they were when they were a littlie. they began to embrace their weirdo tendencies, rediscovering the magic in telling stories and found something new inside their shell that they had forgotten was always there.