"YES!" Johnny nodded firmly "Pure silk - the softest of the very best quality and in
the brightest colours!"
I tried to put my hand over his mouth but Mumsy waved her fork a bit in the air with
a little smile and I was suddenly sitting on my hands instead while my boy went on oblivious of what had just happened "Buttercup
yellow, spring green and the brightest red silk with diamonds and pearls and - and a black pearl too of course for Jack -o* -
and rubies !!! And gold tread for her hair and - and - what, Meeps? ... 'Do Not Open Before Christmas' - but, Mumsy
!!! It's Sankthans tonight (Midsummer Eve - June 24) and I want to kiss Meepsie before Christmas !!! Way before -
pleeeeeeeease, Mumsy ..."
So a giggling Mumsy removed the sticker she had placed over my mouth to keep me quite
and then - of course - agreed with everything her darling little boy had just said.
"Oh, yes - all the things Johnny said including a black pearl. No, not the ship, my
silly little birdie! A big black pearl Titania had given your mama some days before. And Athena kept the little chick
- you - Grandie knitted having always been fond of birds. Although she has done more in owls than chicken, as you know. And
Hermes here asked for and got the lovely little cockerel. Yeah, you, Johnny-kin. Later at a tea dansant while we were
doing the shimmy he claimed - being a charming gentelman himself - that such a wee cutie ought to have the goddess of love
for a mum and after having had a look at you - well, who can resist that smile?"
Well - I can't *o*
And giggled happily when Johnny stuck his tongue out at his darling Mumsy - and looked
just like her by the way *O*
Uncle went on with a little smile "Hefaistos heard what we talked about and asked to
see the little chick too - being very interested in how you, Grandie, had managed to make live little human beings out of
some different material using nothing but your knitting needles. ... so we went and found mama Athena and after a bit of search
she found you sound asleep under Archimedes' wing. You've always loved that sweet owl old from you were the smallest hatchling
..."
I nodded at that - I still do *o*
Mumsy finished the story then "Hefaistos fell in love with you at the spot and would
actually take you with him straight away. But we persuaded him that his smithy under Mount Vesuvius - it being a vulcano and
all - wasn't the best place for a little baby hen so he left you with Athena and your beloved 'grandpops' Archimedes for the
time being. But Baba Hefaistos has taught you a trick or two though over the years, hasn't he, Meepsie - using computers and
such? ... yes - out with it, girlie - ask your question, pet"
"If all that happened just after we were hatched - knitted - BORN !!! ... how come we
haven't known about it before today *o* ?" I demanded - trying not to smile because I knew what would happen now.
And quite right I was *O*
Mumsy sputtered and protested and couldn't quite find an answer and Grandie asked if
I didn't want my dessert ...
Because if such a naughty young missy got her just desert I shouldn't have any
dessert !!! Instead go to bed at once and not see the Sankthans/Midsummer Bonfire later that evening !!!
I couldn't help giggling *O*
O.K. I admitted it - I am not so nice a bird and love to tease by among other things
asking difficult question I know there isn't really an nswer for *o*
But uncle just sat there looking at me with a fond little smile so after some consternation
Grandie still sounding a bit exasperated asked "And what is your answer then, young man?"
"That the moment you tell a story it is true in the imaginary world. So now that we have
told it these two little - pieces of fluff are our children even though Meepsie's real mother was called Ellen and so on and
so forth"
Well - I don't know if that is true - I am mama Athena's little birdie but certainly
no Bird of Wisdom !!! But I would love for it to be true and this is my explanantion
how I became 'connected' *O*
... I'm a "made man - chicken" ???
THE LOVELY AND GIGGLING SON OF MUMSY: Yep *o* 'Made' while Grandpa
Sauce droned on and on and - perhaps that is the reason for your stories almost always end up being so long ... You've
inherited it from - HELP *O* *the kiddies runs off laughing with Meepsie chasing her darling boy and uncle Hermes leans
over from the hammock and hits the 'publish to web' button with a big smile*
