Tell you the truth. I hadn't the foggiest idea why those two called me out to the middle of Munchkin-piss for. And Frexspar's depiction of the child, however correct it was, happened just to be an understatement.
Woe without warning
That child was greener than the Emerald City itsself. Poor thing. A stalk of celery never compared. Lettuce deminished next to her splendid color. But stupid? Not Elphie. Nanny was never so proud of her great-grandchildren until our little lizard went off to Shiz. Nessie followed of course. Eminent Thropp desendents don't raise ignorant children. Nor do they leave their rich estate to follow some minister to that dump by the lake. However, exceptions are made.
It was pride and relief I guess. No shame in admitting it. The green child was gone and what with her sister in that awful state. Wasn't our families genes. All that damned Unionist faith hogwash. Never believed a word of it. Lurlinist by choice and till the death I vow it. But oh well, at least Shell come out of the womb all right. At least we expect so for now. No tellin what this old woman will see when he grows up.
Can't tell you who the childs father is though. Turtle Heart spent so much time dragon snaking with Melena and with Frexspar the Godly out in the wilderness. And those forsaken Pinoble leaves.
But to watch my little Melena go through so much pain. You know with her daughter's being deformed and all, I just pray to Lurline that Shell stays strong and gets out of Quaddling Country lest he become crazed or strange. And Frexspar is an older man himself. Thank heavens.
No more preaching for his unionist soul. Serves him right.
And Liir. Only the skies and Fiyero know what hole he crawled out from. And from the crown of my head to the soles of my feet, neither of them are around to admit to the child. However taken he was to Elphaba, my little green babe has been 'melted' by that wench from the Other Land.
Damn Frex and all his preaching. First he puts that evil on my first great grand baby by talking of the devil on her birth (though I still believe its Elves but lets hush that all up for now) then Nessarose no arms and all that. Now this devilish farm child from a God forsaken spit of land called "Kansas". Its all that unionist nonsense. And the galavanting through the marshes of the backward Quaddling Country.
Elphaba's death has caused me to be beside myself with anguish and Chistery isn't what you call great company. Silly winged chimp is constantly babbling nonsense. What, for the sake of Lurline, is it trying to say? It mutters something awful and its voice leads something to be desired.
However lonely I may be though, Nanny has her thoughts. Whats left of them I suppose. And I have belief that my deeds shall not go unappreciated. Lurline will grant me my due when my time is up. Bless the Liir boy and damn that Dorothy.