Here begins the first chapter of the Adventures of She Who Listens and the King of the Bright Sea:
She Who Listens makes the oceans into puddles and is seen by the King of the Bright Sea...
She Who Listens has little brown Mexican feet. She is carried by her little brown Mexican feet onto the backs of giant mechanical birds that take oceans and make them into puddles. With the birds she turns time into nothing. She Who Listens sits on the back of the birds with her feet up, exposing their soft pink bottoms. She Who Listens is real and her feet have a natural perfume.
So she sits on the birds and turns the oceans of the world into puddles, and her perfect little Mexican feet are muddied by the puddles as she crosses them on her mission to learn lessons to teach. This is the consequence of turning oceans into puddles: puddles get muddy and then so to do oceans and feet.
If you had seen one you would know how wonderful these muddy little Mexican feet are. They should only be handled one at a time, such is the power of their perfection. Only the most experienced feet handlers should attempt the endeavour of handling two of these perfect little feet simultaneously. There are only two of these feet in the world and they both come from Mexico, and they both belong to She Who Listens.
She Who Listens has two ancient forests pretending to be eyes. The ancient forests show her feet where to tread as they grow around and about the oceans of the future. With the help of giant mechanical birds, the forests lead the feet across the great pacific puddle of the world to the land of the land.
So She Who Listens’ feet follow her forest eyes and jump across the great pacific puddle of the world from Mexico to the land of the land, turning time into nothing on a mission to learn lessons to teach. Here she trades teachings she was taught for lessons she can learn. All are happy to trade with her here, and the land of the land enjoys the touch and the perfume of her soft little Mexican feet. Just like oceans, her feet are like little gifts for the sky and the land building bridges across their abyss.
The King of the Bright Sea first saw She Who Listens in the ballroom at the Palace of See; Hear; and Speak No Evil. There the forests of her eyes sunk their roots deep into the dark earth of the land, and She Who Listens listened and she heard no evil. But she did hear the music and she did see the dancing, and as the roots of the forests of her eyes made their way through the depths of the dark earth of the land there, they passed through the currents that feed the Bright Sea, and so then was the King made aware of her.
The King of the Bright Sea was the Ruler of the Great Circle. He was responsible for the flows of the oceans and the ripples of the puddles. He did not like to see a great ocean reduced to a muddy puddle. But when the King of the Bright Sea felt the ancient forest eyes of She Who Listens penetrate the underground waters that feed his vast oceans, he remembered that if it were not for the muddy puddles, there could be no rivers and there could be no oceans.
He saw the paintings that her muddy footprints left behind her. He saw the ancient forests of her eyes making more muddy puddles that would feed more, greater oceans. He felt the ripples in the puddles as she danced across the land of the land, trading her teachings and learning her lessons. He felt his fear of the mechanical birds subside when he realised what precious cargo they deliver. He saw She Who Listens and he watched her as she turned time into nothing.
The King of the Sea danced in the palace of See; Hear; and Speak No Evil, and he saw, and he heard, and he spoke none. He saw how much like oceans these perfect little Mexican feet were; how they built bridges across the abyss between the sky and the land. But he saw then that unlike the oceans; these prefect little Mexican feet would not be ruled, and She Who Listens would suffer no king. The King of the Sea, Ruler of the Great Circle saw this. He saw it and he was glad; for She Who Listens has strength in her feet. She has ancient forests for eyes.
Here ends the first chapter of the Adventures of She Who Listens and the King of the Bright Sea...
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