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| Chapter Six Little Jazz Isn't So Dumb continued... (part 3) |
| It was early one afternoon on one of his wonderings that Jazz began to feel hungry. He looked around, not recognizing the area, and he began to wish he hadn't wondered so far from their camp. Suddenly, in the near distance beyond a grove of tall golden stalks, he saw a trio of curious creatures. As he approached them, he could clearly see that they were each black and white, with ears standing above their heads, tails that wagged slowly back and forth, and they were busy munching on apples and long strands of the golden stalks. Jazz realized that they were three Foel, Crystal children from magic, but he wasn't sure which of Gaia's creatures they had come. |
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| After chewing for a while on an unusually long strand of wheat, Jazz said, "you know something? I know a place where you can get some very sweet pink blossoms to eat. I have it on good authority that they are extremely nutritious. Your baby will be very strong if you eat those flowers." "Where?" All three Foel jumped up, excitedly, stumbling over each other, looking about for pink blossoms. "Remember where we last saw our Goddess? The trees there, I think the Fae call it a myrtle. It's blooming now, and it's flowers are really full of good things to make your baby big, healthy and strong." |
| The Foel began to run to the Fae's camp, but Jazz stayed where he was on the grass, still chewing on the same strand of wheat. "Aren't you coming, Jazz?" The mother-to-be asked over her shoulder. "No, I'm full. I better head home. My mother and father are probably worried." "Well, come back and visit us again soon, Jazz." And they were gone up the path, stumbling and mooing with joy as they ran to find the myrtle tree as fast as their little hoofies could carry them! |
| The three cowgirl sisters. |
| Several days later, one of the cowgirl sisters entered the NeoFae's camp looking for Jazz. Greer was working in the garden alone, the others returning to the main camp to clean up before the late meal. "Maybeline had her baby! And thanks to that wonderful little one, Jazz, who told us about the blossoms on the myrtle tree, her baby is a big healthy fifty-pound boy! Jack is so proud that he knocked a tree down!" She began to moo in the low undulating tones that was a cowgirl's laugh. Greer was caught by surprised. He knew nothing about Jazz's lunch with the cowgirls and he was about to shout angrily for Jazz to "come here, NOW!" But, the sounds were so jovial and contagious, that he couldn't help but to laugh along with Bessie's low mooing; and Jazz, who had seen Bessie coming, approached them from behind. |
"Well, give her our congratulations and best wishes," Greer was finally able to get out. "As soon as we get our garden to yield a bounty, we'll bring a welcome gift to the little one and the new mother." "Oh, but it is I who bring gifts! Maybeline is producing more milk than little Jack can consume. It must be the myrtle blossoms!" Then Greer noticed the wagon behind Bessie loaded with jars. Bessie handed one to him swirling the bottle slightly. He saw that it contained a light white liquid which moved lanquidly around the inside, a light iridescent glow coming forth as the sunrays hit the glass jar. "Maybeline, Lulu and I thought that you would like some of the milk. You can have as much as you want, because there's a lot more to come. In case you haven't noticed, I'm going to have a baby also!" Once again, Bessie began to laugh, happily patting her slightly swollen belly. |
| The gift of cowgirl milk. |
| Jazz joined the cowgirls for a mid-day meal. |
| Bessie gives little Jazz a hug. |
| Greer gladly accepted the jar and congratulated Bessie on her impending birth. Bessie then turned to face Jazz. "You're quite something, little one. If it wasn't for you�.... well, we all want to thank you." Then she bent low beside Jazz. "We cant' figure out what it is about you, but we all feel that you will be very important one day. I do believe that this is the beginning of a long and wonderful friendship between our two families." Bessie reached for Jazz and brought him into her chest for a warm hug, Jazz trying very hard not to squash the little one growing in her belly. |
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| Jazz sat on the ground and began to eat. He sat listening to the three, as they chewed and chewed, particularly concern that one of their sisters wasn't eating enough of the red delicious apples as they passed to her the sweetest and most tender wheat stalks. "Now, remember, you must eat well," one Foel cautioned the other. "You want your little one to be strong and healthy, don't you?" "Are you going to have a baby?" Jazz asked. After all, he may be young, but he already knew about procreation. And it had not become taboo for children to talk about such things yet. "Oh, yes," they all answered excitedly together. Smiling and mooing, stroking the mother's tummy where her utters stood up, already beginning to fill with milk. "I'm having the first baby. My mate is also very proud, stomping around, butting his head into trees and such, and showing off. Oh, wait until you meet him! He'll like you, Jazz, I can tell." |
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| "Hello," he said loudly as he approached them from behind. "I'm called Jazz. May I join you?" "Oh, look, it's one of the others!" "What are you doing here, little one? Shouldn't you be with your kind?" Jazz had stopped directly behind one of the Foel. "But, aren't we all related?" Jazz responded. "I was created by our Goddess JyM, and she created your mother, right?" "He's right!" one shouted. "You're a bright little one!" And all of the Foel laughed together in a low mooing sound. "Yes, you may join us. There's plenty for all of us. We have all of Gaia to find our nourishment." |
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| A mother-to-be cowgirl. |
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| The myrtle tree in the midst of the Fae camp. |
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| Greer meets Bessie Cowgirl. |
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