We few. We happy few.

When I was six years old I had a Super Grover exactly like this one:


I would hold him while listening to The Monster at the End of this Book. Both of my parents could manage a decent imitation of his muppety voice.


I marveled at the metafiction, felt gleefully wicked each time I turned a page, and wondered why Grover sounded so much like Yoda and the Chamberlain.


Sometimes parents get smacked with the sledgehammer of nostalgia, and then we buy things. I spotted an exact clone of my old friend in a toy store and immediately bought him. Someday soon I’ll give him to my kid. Meanwhile, to honor Worldbuilders and the Battle of Agincourt’s 600th anniversary (again), Grover and I have performed Crispin’s Day.


Worldbuilders is a charity founded by Patrick Rothfuss to benefit Heifer International, because virtue flows through Patrick’s beard.

Many authors donated signed books (mine are in there somewhere). Cards Against Humanity is currently donating proceeds from their Fantasy-themed expansion pack. And absurd videos will go live each time they reach a fundraising milestone. John Green will gargle the first line of his next book. Neil Gaiman will sing a terrifying lullaby to his infant son. Many will attempt to read Fox in Socks

Please donate. Earn prizes. Help people. Watch writers embarrass themselves. Build worlds with Grover on St. Crispin’s Day.