A serial writer’s notebook ~ from the pen behind Lore of the Underlings, an episodic epic…
In one of the fabled lands of the Lore, “Mother” is a title of honor bestowed upon women with many children. But I’d say that raising just one child well is enough to deserve this noble distinction.
Anyway, here’s a motherly tidbit from my upcoming episode:
The swiner unleashed a belly laugh and clapped his hands in appreciation. “Now which ones are yer fair daughters again? I think I see two or three o’ them…”
“I am proud, kind breeder, to say I have seven,” cooed the yet youthful and apron-clad woman.
“A pride in every sense!” he pronounced. “I should like ta make their acquaintance.”
The comb-crowned mother hen gathered her brood in a row by the old wheeled pigpen. “Come now children, pay your respects. The swiner’s a treasured family friend…”
She spread her arms in their direction, palms up, face aglow. “Here you go — these six plus this one are the cubs of my den, lassies all of the Huggum clan.”
“Ooo,” swooned Mr. Swillyum crooning ‘Flower of This Thorny Land’ and adding, with a little wink, “lovely as their mum, I think.”
Happy Mother’s Day!