And on the Fourth day,
She had a vision.
She ruminated, and questioned those more knowledgeable than She. In the very airwaves She sought the answers, the formula.
She went forth, and hunted and gathered. She measured, and held the salt of the earth in one hand, and for a moment stood unbalanced, weighing sweetness in the other.
(murmurs of "Mmm-hmm" and "Yes, she did.")
She controlled the elements, creating many small explosions and causing chaos in containment.
She added the magical amber elixir, sparkling and clear and vivacious. She worried as it joined the mixture and grew cloudy and murky, bubbling and seething. The danger was great, the challenge physical and mental. She knew that with every degree, this could go either way. She hovered, always moving yet riveted. Fraught with anticipation, the moment arrived...
(someone shouts out "Tell it sister!")
A dash of powder, and foaming, churning and rising. It was done.
(someone faints, and others fan the fallen one with handkerchiefs, yet crane to hear every word)
She brought her vision to life, shaped it with her own hands, and She saw that it was good.
It was so, so good.
SOOOOOOO good.
It was good.
(A spirited church choir kicks in, with tambourines and a full house band, a shrieking soloist and people dancing and clapping in the aisles. All join in a call-and-response. Several rounds of "It's good, yes it's good!" later, She collapses, brought to her knees and is spent, heaving and hunched over; someone brings her a cape and dabs her sweaty brow. She throws it off the cap, grabs the mike and through a chewed up mouthful, warbles one last...)
"Gooooooooooooood.....oh, yeah"
(the lights go out)
People, I Bring you:
She had a vision.
She ruminated, and questioned those more knowledgeable than She. In the very airwaves She sought the answers, the formula.
She went forth, and hunted and gathered. She measured, and held the salt of the earth in one hand, and for a moment stood unbalanced, weighing sweetness in the other.
(murmurs of "Mmm-hmm" and "Yes, she did.")
She controlled the elements, creating many small explosions and causing chaos in containment.
She added the magical amber elixir, sparkling and clear and vivacious. She worried as it joined the mixture and grew cloudy and murky, bubbling and seething. The danger was great, the challenge physical and mental. She knew that with every degree, this could go either way. She hovered, always moving yet riveted. Fraught with anticipation, the moment arrived...
(someone shouts out "Tell it sister!")
A dash of powder, and foaming, churning and rising. It was done.
(someone faints, and others fan the fallen one with handkerchiefs, yet crane to hear every word)
She brought her vision to life, shaped it with her own hands, and She saw that it was good.
It was so, so good.
SOOOOOOO good.
It was good.
(A spirited church choir kicks in, with tambourines and a full house band, a shrieking soloist and people dancing and clapping in the aisles. All join in a call-and-response. Several rounds of "It's good, yes it's good!" later, She collapses, brought to her knees and is spent, heaving and hunched over; someone brings her a cape and dabs her sweaty brow. She throws it off the cap, grabs the mike and through a chewed up mouthful, warbles one last...)
"Gooooooooooooood.....oh, yeah"
(the lights go out)
People, I Bring you:
Salted Bourbon-Caramel Popcorn
