To FF . Net Readers: This story is dead, but I welcome anyone who would be interested in continuing it. For a time, I had very good reviews and very good thoughts about this, but I don't write fan fiction anymore. However, I felt that this was worth sharing, and I've still never seen another story like it.
-patchmonkey
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Getting Home Wednesday
Interlude the First: Meiosis
"There is Serenity in Chaos. Seek ye the Eye of the Hurricane."
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I looked around the little hut, trying to make some sense of the situation, and making sure that there was no one within aside from you and me. Three-hundred years is enough time to make anyone a little paranoid.
You had burst into my home a short while ago, enraged.
"So," you asked, "how did my daughter, your great-granddaughter, acquire this curse I heard of upon my return to the village? Elder Cologne, grandmother, I implore you to tell me!"
There was no way around telling you, I decided. Even though I wished not to, I chose to explain. "Very well. You know Gel's son, Mousse, of course?"
"The foolish child who always chases my Shampoo around?"
"The same. He practices that Hidden Weapon style. Well, somehow, he convinced Shampoo to watch him practice down at Jusenkyo."
"If he pushed her in, I will flay him alive."
"Calm yourself, young one! It was not his fault, grandchild."
"No? Pray, do continue."
I gathered my thoughts and carried on. "Despite the well known warnings, they went there anyway. The day they chose to go was a very unfortunate one, however."
"Obviously."
I ignored your sarcasm. "The Musk picked that day to check on the pools..."
"And..."
"And when Shampoo and Mousse chose to hide, the ignored all their warnings and jumped in the pools. And, lo, they escaped, but with a price."
"And that price is the curses I have been told of?"
I nodded slowly, and waited for you to ask the important question. "Pray tell, what does that Mousse turn into?"
"A duck," I said, and anticipating your next question, I spoke quickly.
"And no, I have no idea how a duck can drown."
"Elder Cologne, what form does my daughter take?"
"Why don't you see for yourself, grandchild." I whistled, and a sleek animal form quickly took a seat on the table in front of me. "Grandchild, I think that an Ocelot is a perfectly delightful form, and Shampoo's royal purple coloring makes for a distinct form. You should be proud, she could have fallen in a much worse spring."
And that was that, grandchild.
(End Interlude)