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[Apr. 20th, 2004|09:18 pm]
heads_in_clouds
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Long ago, long before the Treachery of the Long Smoke, Lallie set out to find her fortune. She walked for ten days along the great bandages of asphalt, alone and hopeful. In the afternoon of the tenth day, she came upon a boy-child flying a kite.

“Please,” he said, “take my kite for a moment.”

Lallie took the kite, being of a kind sort. The child ran away and hid behind a bush. Lallie let out the string and the kite cruised higher. The boy emerged from the bush as a man and said to her, “I grant you absolute naivety. You are my new daughter.” The man was Buss, father of all the gods.

Lallie almost sat down to consider, but she didn’t need to. She thanked him for the gift and watched him walk away.

Soon she was consumed by a need for a companion, so she went to the river and set herself to finding one. A grand sea turtle rose up from the depths to sun on the beach. She asked him nicely to come with her, but he politely refused. She became impatient and insisted that he follow her, and he insisted that he had work and a family. She called for Buss, and he arrived, but he was angry. “I have pyramids and scepters to build,” he said.

“I can’t stop until I have that turtle.”

Buss gave the turtle a square of ebony. “Make yourself a clock, so you may know what time it is,” Buss said with a look, and the turtle knew the time.

Lallie squealed and knew the turtle had loved her from the beginning, but only wanted a present along with her.

So she rode her turtle down the street. Dark children stood on the shoulder. She stared and stared, wondering what to do with them.

She yelped and said, “Come join the Turtle Club!”

They would get to be in the club if they paid their dues every day.

“Tin cents a day.”

The children used the money their parents gave them special after working from seven to eleven.

Lallie chained the turtle by its neck to her wrist. The turtle bided his time. The children were confused the first day, and angry the next, because the club was just watching Lallie ride the turtle.

One day she trampled one of the dark children underfoot and killed it. She laughed it off, because she knew they loved her and would forgive her. The turtle bided his time. The children cried and screamed and ran off. Lallie thought they had run out of money, and felt sorry for their destitute families. The turtle came home that night to find the ebony clock split open on the floor, and it was tolerable because he would no longer need it.

The next day’s ride has not as yet ended. The turtle walked to the ocean and down in it, still a prisoner but at the same time a master. It is said that he still walking the ocean floor, pulling by his neck a skeleton.
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