"Wake up! Wake up! It's an important day today!" Angela ran through the shop, shouting at the top of her voice. Adam woke with a start. He looked around his small glass fronted house.
Solembum looked in on Adam. If frogs could smile, you'd be grinning all over your face, he stated.
Angela looked over. "Yes, yes, alright, it doesn't matter at this moment in time does it?" she squawked.
What is the matter with you? Solembum asked crossly. "Today is one of the busiest days in the whole year, as it is the night of the full moon of June tonight!"
And that means? Asked Solembum, watching Angela as she rushed around the shop, rearranging things here, moving other things from shelf to shelf.
"What it means is," said Angela breathlessly, "is that tonight, I and many other healers and witches and medicine women and men will be gathering outside Terim to look for the sacred flowers of the moon."
Adam looked up. He had never heard of a flower of the moon. Obviously Solembum hadn't either. What's that? I never heard you talk about that flower before.
"Well, this is the first year I have heard about it. But it's said to be able to cure many things, which I won't bother to list. When not in the light of the full moon of the month of June, the moon flower looks just like a blade of grass. But when it is in the light of the moon, it turns into a beautiful little purple flower, and you can pick it. That's what I'm going to be doing tonight."
Right, so what are we going to do? Asked Solembum. "I don't know. You can do what you want." Angela turned around and went back to her rearranging.
Looks like it's just gonna be me and you tonight, buddy, Solembum said to Adam. Adam croaked loudly.
It was the middle of the night, and a bright full moon blazed down on Terim and the surrounding area.
Angela and her fellows had been looking for hours, and everyone had already found a flower. They were looking for more, but really one was enough.
Angela was pleased with her find. It was quite a big flower, and in the peak of health. People will flock to my shop now! She thought.
Meanwhile, at home, Solembum and Adam were having a grand time. They had already raided the food cupboard many times and were now in the process of mucking up one of Angela's canvases that she kept stacked against one of the walls in the storeroom. It looked very good, Solembum thought, an abstract mix of paw prints and frog prints. Angela would love it.
At that very moment, Angela returned home. "Solembum! Adam! Where are you?!" she called. Back here, Solembum replied.
Angela walked in and saw the mess that they had created. "What is that!" she shouted. Oh, this? This is our masterpiece! Don't you just love it? Solembum smirked at the expression on Angela's face.
"I guess it could work…" But she looked doubtful. But it's a masterpiece of modern art! Solembum pretended to be distressed.
"Fine, I'll find somewhere to hang it," Angela stormed out of the back room.
While Solembum smirked, Adam wandered vaguely what Angela mean by hanging their painting.
