“I rode to earth on the backside of a comet. Mau Mau Bett saw me blaze across the sky and disappear into the moon, where I reined in the comet with my strong arms, tightened my thighs to make the comet turn, then scorched back across the sky. With the last light of the comet–for I had nearly burned it up dashing around the moon–I rode until I saw a man as tall as a tree, holding a burning pine knot in a smooth stone mortar. Next to him was a woman holding out her apron. I landed headfirst in her outstretched cloth, turning her apron black with my heat.”
Submitted by Janet Johnson, Lisle
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