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Disclaimer: I do not own the book Wicked, as I am not Gregory Maguire. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Yackle knew the woman was coming before she arrived. She found a broom and swept the dirt off the wooden floor of her little shop. It was small, dark, and smoky, and herbs hung from the ceiling. Yackle went over to her trunk and put her good shawl over her dress.
A half hour later, Yackle heard a knock on the door. She called in her raspy voice, "Come in, dearie, the door is open."
Yackle heard the door open and close and saw an outline of a woman come forward. As she got closer, she saw that she was an older woman. The woman sat down and Yackle cooed, "Will you join Yackle for tea?"
Without waiting for an answer, Yackle rose and prepared the herbs for tea. She put some water into a pot over the fire and said, "Now tell Yackle what it is you came for."
The woman cleared her throat. "My name is Nanny and I come from Munchkinland. Melena- I cared for her when she was younger, you see- had a child about a year and a half ago."
"A little girl," stated Yackle.
"Yes," said Nanny warily, "a little girl. But, as it happened, the little girl- Elphaba, her name is- is green."
"Green with envy, or is she sick?" asked Yackle, pouring the now-boiling water into two cracked cups. "Drink up, dolly," she said, handing Nanny the cup.
Nanny took a sip. "Not jealous, nor ill. The child's skin is green. A soft, emerald green, but green as ever. We don't know why it happened. It's just did."
Yackle said dreamily, "Sweet Lurline doesn't tell us why. She tells us what."
"Ah," said Nanny, not quite believing. "Well, I think Melena is pregnant again, and we don't what this to happen to the next child." Yackle looked as though she was contemplating the situation. When she was done, Yackle took her cup and began to read the leaves.
Visions swam before her like fish in a river: A woman holding an armless baby. A green girl and a blonde girl chatting. A pair of glorious shoes. A man covered in blue diamonds. A house falling out of the sky. A castle on a cliff. A chubby boy being ridiculed by another boy. A puddle of green.
"What do you see?" Nanny asked eagerly.
Yackle had slipped into a trance. "The green one will be great. Thousands of years from now, her name will still be spoken. Her sister will play a part in this, too. History is waiting to be written, and it lives in your house. Tell this Melena she is blessed. Tell her to hold onto life. Tell her to rest and not worry. The two sisters will take care of everything." Slowly she returned to reality.
Yackle stood and pulled some herbs out of a cabinet. She chopped them into the tiniest bits she could make without chopping her hand off. Roasting them in a pan with oil of gomba, she prayed to Lurline. Dear Lady, make this come true. Make these poor dollies have a great future in this uncertain world.
Handing the capsules to Nanny, Yackle said, "That'll be a gold coin, please. Nine pills. The lady is to take one pill each month of her pregnancy. The next girl won't be green."
Nanny handed over the gold. Yackle held it close to face, spat on it, wiped it with her apron, and pocketed it. "Thank you," said Nanny, as she walked out of the door. "I hope this works."
"Oh, it will, dolly," Yackle said, closing the door behind her. "It will."
As Yackle cleared the tea leaves and cups off the table, she thought for certain that this wouldn't be the last time she heard of little green Elphaba.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Review, my pretties, review. Or Mad Mother Yackle will drop a house on you! (hey! that rhymed!)
Disclaimer: I do not own the book Wicked, as I am not Gregory Maguire. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Yackle knew the woman was coming before she arrived. She found a broom and swept the dirt off the wooden floor of her little shop. It was small, dark, and smoky, and herbs hung from the ceiling. Yackle went over to her trunk and put her good shawl over her dress.
A half hour later, Yackle heard a knock on the door. She called in her raspy voice, "Come in, dearie, the door is open."
Yackle heard the door open and close and saw an outline of a woman come forward. As she got closer, she saw that she was an older woman. The woman sat down and Yackle cooed, "Will you join Yackle for tea?"
Without waiting for an answer, Yackle rose and prepared the herbs for tea. She put some water into a pot over the fire and said, "Now tell Yackle what it is you came for."
The woman cleared her throat. "My name is Nanny and I come from Munchkinland. Melena- I cared for her when she was younger, you see- had a child about a year and a half ago."
"A little girl," stated Yackle.
"Yes," said Nanny warily, "a little girl. But, as it happened, the little girl- Elphaba, her name is- is green."
"Green with envy, or is she sick?" asked Yackle, pouring the now-boiling water into two cracked cups. "Drink up, dolly," she said, handing Nanny the cup.
Nanny took a sip. "Not jealous, nor ill. The child's skin is green. A soft, emerald green, but green as ever. We don't know why it happened. It's just did."
Yackle said dreamily, "Sweet Lurline doesn't tell us why. She tells us what."
"Ah," said Nanny, not quite believing. "Well, I think Melena is pregnant again, and we don't what this to happen to the next child." Yackle looked as though she was contemplating the situation. When she was done, Yackle took her cup and began to read the leaves.
Visions swam before her like fish in a river: A woman holding an armless baby. A green girl and a blonde girl chatting. A pair of glorious shoes. A man covered in blue diamonds. A house falling out of the sky. A castle on a cliff. A chubby boy being ridiculed by another boy. A puddle of green.
"What do you see?" Nanny asked eagerly.
Yackle had slipped into a trance. "The green one will be great. Thousands of years from now, her name will still be spoken. Her sister will play a part in this, too. History is waiting to be written, and it lives in your house. Tell this Melena she is blessed. Tell her to hold onto life. Tell her to rest and not worry. The two sisters will take care of everything." Slowly she returned to reality.
Yackle stood and pulled some herbs out of a cabinet. She chopped them into the tiniest bits she could make without chopping her hand off. Roasting them in a pan with oil of gomba, she prayed to Lurline. Dear Lady, make this come true. Make these poor dollies have a great future in this uncertain world.
Handing the capsules to Nanny, Yackle said, "That'll be a gold coin, please. Nine pills. The lady is to take one pill each month of her pregnancy. The next girl won't be green."
Nanny handed over the gold. Yackle held it close to face, spat on it, wiped it with her apron, and pocketed it. "Thank you," said Nanny, as she walked out of the door. "I hope this works."
"Oh, it will, dolly," Yackle said, closing the door behind her. "It will."
As Yackle cleared the tea leaves and cups off the table, she thought for certain that this wouldn't be the last time she heard of little green Elphaba.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Review, my pretties, review. Or Mad Mother Yackle will drop a house on you! (hey! that rhymed!)