After having spoken with the beautiful Moth, Chumbo.... Mumbo decides to question question the river...
an electrical storm on the humid bank started to threaten Mumbo as she was speaking to a stinging nettle patch...
"your medicine is dear, my fellow life..in clearing out the non sense.."
lightning struck upstream..trying to scare the child of 8
"yes i am speaking! the river needs attention..." her soft voice, having learned from the wood rodents...
She gathered three leaves in her pink hanker chief and thanked the plant and the angry cloud for any inkling of attention to the water...
and a golden wasp landed upon her hand,,"Ah dear, let me take you wherever you wish..''
"a happy place, miss.."
"Ah yes i know much concerning happiness and my struggling squash plants will welcome your finding a resting spot.."
the dear was falling asleep and Mumbo took it to a lovely soft yellow orange flower and wished it well in slumber...
she walked for several days after speaking to her friends all the way down the road to the lamp shoppe and as no one was there to assist her she
picked up a shade and exited the building
...when a china man appeared..."i have a lamp...if you will tell me from where you travel...?"
"i am from the river!" Mumbo was thrilled at such a simple trade...
the man tossed the junky lamp at mumbo
and she laughed all the way home...running quickly from the stranger...
where a boring brown moth sat waiting at the door...
"oh hello, you like this purple shade...and my dented lamp...perfect for you my dear moth...lets see if the light is too bright or just right..."
the moth just pounced on mumbos mouth and flew off to the setting sun..
"cousin, you just stole a kiss!
and i'll get you..."
mumbo felt sweetly embarrassed over such things and went to hide behind the door into the the secret passage to the lead servants quarters...empty old
home as it was,
she found her dear ole tobacco buddy, smiling as he had mumbo to look after him and talk about herbs, roots...she showed him her pink hanky with the
nettle leaves and he was feeling rather spritely in his years..."i missed you mumbo, don't let that man keep you away, now..."
"Ha ha no one can keep me from a friend, sir,,,that was myth... whatever you heard..."
and mumbo went back to her own spot between the pantry and kitchen...thinking about the moth again...and a kiss!