Leggings – the Importance of Mussels...

Leggings – the Importance of Mussels...

The night was dark. The hour was early. The Owls were hopping on their branches nervously nipping at the winds sharp edges... Down below in the past 1 o'clock hour a group of humans were screaming their angst into the wind.

Somehow they had received a message, “Be there tonight!" It was meal time! It was being sent first class, by helicopter, although if asked they were to say tractor... As the Tractor driver hated them with a passion... It was after all his field beyond the marking bushes.

The food was rich, beyond compare,and contained additives. They had been assured it would help change in humans... So they waited complacently, with their children for the nights event.

“How much for the children?” one rough man said, sticking his bony finger out beyond the child's mother. “This one? It's kinda fat enough already!”

“Not for sale!” screamed the Mother frantically trying to conceal her changed/changing child behind her back. “You've got enough here for the Mussel fields already. Go away!”

The rough man said something, and laughed, at her face, “You're all getting bigger!”

“Yes,” she admitted, “Only some of us only in one place!”

“Best place of all!” he shouted delighted, “You're all becoming perfect!”

“Not all of us wanted a large behind!” she retorted.

Above the Owls winced. They peered down, Interestingly: It was true, the humans backsides, seemed to billow out like sales at each side of the front.

“Perhaps they wanted to change things a little?” asked one to another.

“Don't ask me,” said another Brancher sourly, “Nasty noisy lot! With no branch to go home too!”

A man came out of the human group, and commanded powerfully above the rest, “Okay, lets wake them up a little, Shout!”

Gleeful shouting and cheering went up.

“Have we won!” asked a woman quickly, “I mean she never comes out to find us out. So have we won?”

“No,” said the man, “They won't have it, because she never had the will. We got in to fast, and stole every letter. That's why we know and she doesn't. She doesn't even know if they want to talk to her or not, of if she gets invites or not. We do!” We can go, especially when we've changed enough! They'll be expecting what we become!”

More cheering.

The Branchers hopped up and down nervously, “Do you think they'll go soon?”

“I hope so,” said the other. “I want to fly away. Like the other kind said, go to a tree further out.”

“Expecting a big bottom?” asked the woman amazed, “We could have sent Lyn from the top!”

“Not that big!” replied the man, “It's got to be a singular big bottom. Nothing else will do!”