Saturday, 23 January 2010

What Happened After That.

The day came when Mango was bored of sitting around watching her lazy-ass grandkids (Fig was off creating Africa, which doesn't happen in a day, I can tell you). The Ice Age had toughened them up for a bit, but now Mango was sick of spending day after day watching those stupid women sit around waiting for their husbands to bring back meat. Mango was a big supporter of woman power. So Mango went to the far North, where they called her GUÐRÍÐR, or beautiful god, which Mango not unsurprisingly appreciated. (They called Fig HJÖRDÍS or sword goddess).
Mango was walking along on the sea, which was as calm as glass because she was walking on it, and she came across a canoe. The canoe was made of seal skins and wood and there were four people sitting in it. Mango was intrigued to know what a canoe was doing so far out on the ocean, so she approached. Since Mango was so much smaller than Fig she was human-sized, but the woman in the canoe waved her paddle as Mango approached as though she knew that something wasn't quite human about this beautiful, naked woman who was walking on the sea.
"Greetings, Goddess," the woman said. "I am Morishka, and this is my husband Yoruba. The baby is my son Wordiss and the girl my daughter Yuri."
"Greetings, woman," Mango said. She bent to examine the baby. "He looks good and strong."
Morishka puffed up her chest, which made Mango avert her eyes politely. "He is," she replied proudly. "He takes after his mother."
"Of course," Mango said. "You look like a spiritual woman. How would you like to be a priest and sing my praises?"
Morishka shook her head regretfully. "I'm sorry, Goddess, but I could never live in the shadow of another woman."
Mango laughed. "I like you, Morishka," she said. "Is there anything I can do for you?"
Morishka hesitated. Mango leant forwards and Morishka whispered in her ear.
"Really?" Mango said in amazement. "That small?"
"I can hear everything you're saying!" Yoruba said indignantly from the stern.
Mango granted Morishka's wish, to Morishka's delight, and went home. It had been a long day.

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