Last time, in the Tales of the Village Msagro…
Then Ellen saw the hate rise and she took a scoop of the mud of good gay humor and mixed it with a rib from Eddie Izard's side and created her daughter to watch over the land she had created. She called her Margaret Cho. Then Ellen in all her glory, rose above the Earth and was gone."
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The calm intense light faded from Long-Tongue's eyes to be replaced by their usual intelligent but mischievous fire. The gathered villagers noted the shift and began to rise and disperse silently into the night as Long Tongue peered curiously up at the stars. Fire-crotch kissed her fingertips and touched the heel of the goddess sobsel for serenity before trotting to Long-Tongue's side. She caught her just as she started to tumble aimlessly off the rock. Longue-Tongue executed a small yelp upon gentle impact then snuggled briefly under her lover's chin before popping out of her arms and chasing off into the night. Fire-Crotch smiled and let out a resigned sigh, beginning the process of catching and calming that was usually necessary every night before either of them could get any sleep.
Hours later the sun was beating down on the corn fields (that seemed to be there purely for decoration). Bends-For-Bottoms was in his hut working out, Runs-With-Guppies was setting up another fish trap in the creek, Longue-Tongue and Fire-Crotch were working on the gardens that dotted the village, and Dances-With-Dildos was…well…practicing her namesake. None of them ever suspected that that day would change their lives forever…so it didn't.
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