{"product_id":"molt-or-how-trash-became-couture-and-a-cat-became-business-partner","title":"MOLT Or, How Trash Became Couture and a Cat Became Business Partner","description":"\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eA cozy portal fantasy short story (~4,000 words) set in the world of \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan class=\"a-text-italic\"\u003eThe Pun Chef\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan\u003e.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eThe snake migration leaves Danielle Boone's water garden buried in shed skins. Most people call it a disaster. Danielle calls it raw material.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eOne pun later, \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan class=\"a-text-italic\"\u003eMolt\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan\u003e is born — a luxury fashion line made from snakeskin that moves like silk and shifts color in the light. Scale mail that turns the valley's worst week into its most profitable. And a certain opinionated cat has already claimed her cut.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eThe collection drops once a year. No waiting list. No restocking. No exceptions.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan class=\"a-text-italic\"\u003ePerfect for fans of cozy fantasy, portal fantasy romance, and magic with a sense of humor.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003ch1\u003e\n\u003cspan\u003e✨\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan\u003eRead a Sample now:\u003c\/span\u003e\n\u003c\/h1\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003ch1 class=\"western\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #000000;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: Arial, sans-serif;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cspan\u003eChapter 1\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/h1\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #000000;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: Arial, sans-serif;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: small;\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eThe snake migration lasted six days that year, which everyone agreed was excessive.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #000000;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: Arial, sans-serif;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: small;\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eLui Chen spent those six days at the monastery in the hills where he'd once lived, sleeping in a guest cell with a window the size of a dinner plate, rising before dawn out of old habit, and trying not to calculate how much of his farm would be left when he got back. The brothers had welcomed all three of them without fuss—Lui, his wife Rin, and Wei, who had discovered on the second day that the monastery's morning schedule was a form of suffering he had not previously imagined.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #000000;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: Arial, sans-serif;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: small;\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\"They get up before the sun,\" Wei had whispered, scandalized. \"On purpose. Every day.\"\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #000000;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: Arial, sans-serif;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: small;\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\"I know,\" Lui said. \"I did it for six years.\"\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #000000;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: Arial, sans-serif;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: small;\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\"And you left. Now I understand why.\"\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #000000;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: Arial, sans-serif;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: small;\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eRin had used the week the way Rin used everything: efficiently. She'd traded two jars of her preserves for a tour of the monastery's herb garden and some exclusive extracts, filled half a notebook with notes on herbal combinations, and negotiated a standing exchange—her soap for their spicy honey—before the third day was out. The brothers liked her. The brothers, Lui suspected, would have kept her.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #000000;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: Arial, sans-serif;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: small;\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eOn the morning of the seventh day, word came up the valley with a supply boat: the migration had passed. The river was clear. It was safe to go home.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #000000;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: Arial, sans-serif;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: small;\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eNobody said what home would look like.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003chr\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #000000;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: Arial, sans-serif;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: small;\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eThey smelled it before they saw it. A dry, papery scent layered over the river smell, faintly green, like fresh cut willows.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #000000;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: Arial, sans-serif;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: small;\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eThen the farm came around the bend, and Wei made a sound like a deflating waterskin.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #000000;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: Arial, sans-serif;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: small;\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eShed snake skins covered everything. They draped over the orchard branches in long translucent streamers. They pooled between the rice paddies and clogged the irrigation channels. They hung from the porch railing, the well, from the corner of Rin's workshop like the world's worst bunting. The drying racks where Rin cured her herbs were broken and buried entirely, swallowed under a tide of papery castoffs.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #000000;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: Arial, sans-serif;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: small;\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eLui guided the boat to the dock in silence. His knee ached, the way it did when a storm was coming.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #000000;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: Arial, sans-serif;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: small;\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\"The paddies,\" he said finally. The skins lay matted across the young rice in drifts. Every one would have to be pulled clear by hand before it smothered the shoots or fouled the water flow. Days of work, even with three of them, before any real farming could resume.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #000000;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: Arial, sans-serif;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: small;\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eRin stepped onto the dock and walked to her workshop without a word. She lifted the corner of a skin from the nearest drying rack, looked at the crushed rack beneath, and set it down again.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #000000;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: Arial, sans-serif;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: small;\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\"The lavender's a loss,\" she said. Her voice was level, which was how Lui knew it mattered. \"Most of the chamomile too. That's the autumn soap batch.\"\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #000000;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: Arial, sans-serif;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: small;\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eWei was turning in a slow circle, taking in the scope of it. \"There are so many,\" he said. \"Why are there so many? Do they molt out of spite?\"\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #000000;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: Arial, sans-serif;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: small;\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\"They molt because they grow,\" Lui said. \"It's not personal.\"\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #000000;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: Arial, sans-serif;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: small;\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\"It feels personal.\"\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #000000;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: Arial, sans-serif;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: small;\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eAcross the water, on the neighboring property, Danielle's water garden was in the same state—worse, probably, since the cursed land concentrated the migration the way it concentrated everything. Lui could see the combat geese patrolling the boundary with the unbearable smugness of soldiers after a victorious campaign. Somewhere among the lily pads, a murder duck was standing on something that had presumably stopped struggling.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #000000;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: Arial, sans-serif;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: small;\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eThe new boat was at Danielle's dock, which meant she and Feng Jun had made it back from upriver. Lui had heard pieces of that story already—something about flying squid, which he had decided not to ask about. Some questions only created more questions.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #000000;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: Arial, sans-serif;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: small;\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\"Right,\" he said, and rolled up his sleeves. \"Wei, start on the channels. Rin—\"\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #000000;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: Arial, sans-serif;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: small;\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\"I’m with you,\" she said. \"Then I’ll tackle the house.\"\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #000000;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: Arial, sans-serif;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: small;\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\"We'll do the paddies first, then.\" He looked at the drifts of skins, beige and dull and endless, and allowed himself one slow breath of pure dislike. Six days of peace at the monastery, and the valley had spent the whole time manufacturing garbage.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #000000;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: Arial, sans-serif;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: small;\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eThey worked through the morning. It was miserable in the way that pointless work is miserable—the skins weighed nothing and snagged on everything, tore when pulled wrong, and accumulated in heaps that the breeze kept redistributing. By midday they had cleared perhaps a tenth of the farm and built a mound of skins by the compost pile that was taller than Wei.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #000000;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: Arial, sans-serif;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: small;\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\"We can't even burn them properly,\" Wei said, poking the mound. \"They just sort of... shrivel and smell.\"\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #000000;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: Arial, sans-serif;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: small;\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eThat was when Ripley arrived.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #000000;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: Arial, sans-serif;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: small;\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eThe otter came up the bank at speed, sleek and dripping and carrying the unmistakable air of someone bearing news she had personally decided was excellent. She took in the mound of skins, the three exhausted humans, and the general devastation, and her whiskers spread in a grin.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #000000;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: Arial, sans-serif;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: small;\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\"Oh good,\" she said. \"You haven't thrown them out.\"\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #000000;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: Arial, sans-serif;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: small;\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eLui straightened slowly. \"Thrown what out?\"\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #000000;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: Arial, sans-serif;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: small;\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\"The skins.\" Ripley hopped onto a stump, possibly because it was more dramatic. \"Danielle's buying them. All of them. Intact ones are worth the most, but she'll take damaged ones at half rate. Sorted by type if you can manage it, unsorted if you can't. Clean of mud. Bundled.\" She paused for effect, because she was Ripley. \"Paid in coin, on delivery.\"\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #000000;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: Arial, sans-serif;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: small;\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eNobody said anything.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #000000;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: Arial, sans-serif;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: small;\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\"She's buying,\" Wei said at last, \"the snake skins.\"\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #000000;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: Arial, sans-serif;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: small;\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\"Yes.\"\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #000000;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: Arial, sans-serif;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: small;\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\"The garbage. The garbage currently ruining our entire farm.\"\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #000000;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: Arial, sans-serif;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: small;\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\"That garbage, yes.\"\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #000000;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: Arial, sans-serif;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: small;\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\"Why?\"\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #000000;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: Arial, sans-serif;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: small;\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eRipley's grin widened. \"You'll want to see it. Telling you wouldn't do it justice.\" She hopped down from the stump. \"Bring a bundle over this afternoon. Bring all the bundles. Trust me—\" and here she paused again, savoring it, \"—you're going to want to gather every skin in the valley before the neighbors hear.\"\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #000000;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: Arial, sans-serif;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: small;\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eShe slipped back into the water and was gone.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #000000;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: Arial, sans-serif;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: small;\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eLui looked at Rin. Rin was already looking at the mound of skins, and her expression had changed entirely. It was the expression she wore over her account books, the one that meant numbers were rearranging themselves into a better shape.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #000000;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: Arial, sans-serif;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: small;\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\"Wei,\" she said. \"Stop poking the pile. 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