Hello dears, I'm back again. Sorry that the updates have been so sporadic. I'm even more sorry to say that they will get even more sporadic, now that I'm back in school. I'm going to be busy with a show right now, but by early October I should be updating more frequently.

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And on with the show…

11 April, 3039 Ozian date.

Minik ot Bellun

My dear friend Glinda,

I'm sorry I haven't written lately. The morning sickness finally stopped about a month ago. I am now four months pregnant and I don't really show, thank Ozma. I'm just a bit bigger. When my mother was pregnant with Shell, she looked like a hippo for about five months of her pregnancy.

Fiyero went out hunting today, now that I can keep meat down again. I never ate that much of it before, but I've been craving it lately. So Yero's out to get me some, on strict orders to make sure any food sources that he finds are animals, not Animals.

A bit after he left, I heard an awful pounding at the entrance of the cave. Believe it or not, this has happened a few times. Sometimes people who are searching for a vacant area stumble upon our cave. Now, it isn't the easiest place to see, because it just looks like a strange dent in the hillside, but some of the more clever ones (or perhaps ones with better eyesight) do spot it and start beating frantically to see if it's hollow. Of course, that trick doesn't work well with rock, so they just smack the wall until their fists get tired and they move on. It scared me at first, but now it doesn't because we put three huge rocks in front of the "doorway" so it's impossible to enter from the outside.

But this time, this person kept pounding and pounding and I was just about to put a veil on and see who it was when a heard a cranky old voice yell, "Damn you, dolly! You should know by now that if someone smacks for a long time, it is Yackle!""

I let the old nut in and kept my distance until she had dried all of the snowflakes off (all the while grumbling, "No one but dolly treats Yackle with disrespect," and then proceeding to call me stubborn, mean, and impertinent). Then I stepped closer to her and said, "What are you doing here? It's freezing outside." The cold weather persists until May, and today is one of the coldest we've had yet.

She held out a bundle in her hand. "Yackle is disappointed with you. You haven't prepared for the baby yet."

"What are you talking about?" I was bewildered. Yes, I haven't quite prepared emotionally for the baby, but for Oz's sake, we are very prepared. Fiyero even made a cradle. A cradle. Though I do admit it isn't a very pretty cradle, since woodworking isn't exactly a talent of Yero's, it is still a cradle. How much more prepared can one get?

Yackle sat down on a chair that Fiyero made me, which I don't think will support my weight once I really advance into my pregnancy. But Yackle is barely anything but bones, a bit of skin, and vocal cords, so it has no problem holding her up. She grinned wickedly. "Did dolly start making baby clothes and blankets?"

Whoops.

Her grin stretched wider. "Which is why Yackle has come prepared to help prepare you, dearie." She held up the bundle. "I will help you make linens."

You know, though Yackle is an ancient, belligerent whackjob, she is still a very nice person. "Thank you," I said.

She smiled sympathetically. "I know that dolly isn't used to this. It's all new to her." I suddenly felt a rush of gratitude towards her. "Especially since she paid no attention to the last baby."

She brought that up again. The bitch.

We sewed for three hours, three hours, Glinda, and all we got done was a blanket. One measly little blanket. In green, of all colors.

"I'll come back tomorrow," said Yackle. Joy.

As always,

Elphaba

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