I was visiting my granddaughters the other day, and they got all fascinated with the cool little mojo bag I wear with my Shaman Stone in it. Sunshine, who is 7, was really curious about it. So I told her that I had found an egg, and that I was keeping it safe and warm in the little bag I had knitted.
She asked me about a million questions about where did I find it, and did I think it would hatch, and what was in it. So I told her that I found it "somewhere" and that I hoped it might hatch someday... but maybe it might be a long long time. We talked about what might be inside of it... I said, "I don't know... maybe something really cool, like a dragon."
She said, "Yeah! maybe a human being... or even a stick!!"
Then, my other grandaughter Layla who is 4 wanted to touch it, so I let her hold the bag and listen to it to see if she could hear anything in it. After cuddling it in her hands and listening to it, she asked, "What's in there?"
I said... "I think it might be a dragon."
Her eyes got big and she looked at me and said, "A dragon?"
I said, "Yes! Wouldn't that be cool?"
And she said, "Nana! You can't have a dragon!"
I said, "I can't?"
She said, "No! You can't! It would wreck the town!"
I said, "Are you sure? Maybe he'd be a nice little dragon."
And she said, "No he won't! You better put that away! Somebody might get hurt!"
By the light of the silvery moon
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*Moon, worn thin to the width of a quill, In the dawn clouds flying, How
good to go, light into light, and still Giving light, dying. Sara Teasdale*
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