My first enterprise into writing a discworld fanfic. Please, no torch-bearing mobs on my account. I DO NOT OWN THE RIGHTS TO DISCWORLD.
At a time which no one really cares to remember and in a place believers of logic and order would like to forget, there lived a write. Indeed, in this city with an aroma of stink, there were many writers. These writers would, well, write whether others wanted them to or not. But let us focus on one Ankh-Morporkian writer in particular and leave the other writers to fend for themselves(1).
This writer had somehow managed to get a job writing stories for some newspaper(2). The writer wrote stories under a segment called 'Short Stories'. But then the Campaign for Equal Heights came and the writer was forced to change the title in order to get them out of the press office.
The writer changed the name to 'Tall Tales' which guaranteed a visit to the writer's house from the Campaign.
Other name used were 'Bit Stories', 'Stories Lacking in Length', 'A type of clothing covering your legs but reaching to only knee-length or lower stories'. Eventually, the title was changed to "Stories not extensive in time and in no way insinuating that dwarves, gnomes, etc were beings below a necessary or desired level'.
Nevertheless, the writer could not find a proper term for stories that were a little more than brief(3).
Finally, the writer changed the title back to 'Short Stories' and wrote a story directed at the Campaign for Equal Heights. The story was rather graphic and blood…Many people read it. The gist of the story was that unless you chopped everyone down to the same size, then there really was no way that everyone could be the same size.
This story gave enough support to the writer that the writer was able to keep the title. The fact that some prominent Campaign figures were found san les jambs the next day had nothing to do with the Campaign's about turn at all. There were notes found next to those Campaign figures? Well, those notes certainly weren't detailing every excruciating detail of what would happen if they continued to complain.
On a side note, a lucky Igor in the city gained several more legs.
(1)One widely not liked somehow managed to write right on your skin, despite the layers of clothing between you and him. Another had impersonated the sandman, snuck around people's home stealing odds and end (anything they can carry), and wrote on the victims 'Gigolo Puff was here'.
(2)No, the newspaper is not the one William de Worde runs. There are other newspapers too.
(3)Except maybe 'Brief Stories' but not only did the words not flow together, but people who were not the Campaign for Equal Heights complained that there wasn't enough underwear in the stories.