Editor's note: We've mentioned before that Dal Stivens seems to have snatched the cloak of La Fontaine and donned it with a wry chuckle, whistling the meanwhile to lure winsome little animals and 'tough guy' goblins from the enchanted glow of twentieth-century magic casements. It's conceivable that Mr. Stivens' boy-meets-girl audience - he's crashed a major 'slick paper' publication - would be a little stunned by a robot ghost. But we prefer to be audacious.