Such a bad vibe, deary. Is almost like when that thing fell from the sky and the hood got too chilly, even for ma' liking. What to do? What to do? Why children has to fight about whatever they see? I mean, aren't they happeh with the warm lots of the south? Isn't that enough, deary? Can't an old mamma enjoy her retirement as she see fitt and has some silence in the good vibe? *Hahaha* But, of course, that's ma' being silly because we know the answer is "nay": the world keep'spinning, deary, and so changes are bound to happen. It's the way of cosmic harmony and it's totally cool because that's how it is, deary.
But! (Yes, deary, there IS a "but" this time) ... that doesn't means we are not to do anything about it. Normally, your old mamma Mithbright would have said "Ah, don't sweat it, deary! Just duck, stay in tune, and mind your own stuff: IT-WILL-PASS." But, as I said, not this time. This time, something different is cooking on the hood, deary. Something BIG. I feel it in ma' hat. But don't take your old mamma's word for granted: even the big grumpies ARE on the move, being naughty and bully here and there. Is totally uncool, deary and, worst of all, the meanest of the grumpies is at the head, and you know very well what happened the last time that grumpy came out of her hole. Like me, she probably got-a-feel that stuff in the hood is going to change, so ma' is afraid some chocolate cookies aren't going to be enough to settle things like civilized grandmas should sort out a bad vibe. Nay, deary: even a flower mamma knows when a vibe is bad enough that you gotta get up and stand before a bully, no matter how big or old.
*Sigh* Alas, time runs and this mamma is already getting behind in the marathon. Ma' back aches now and then, ma' ain't as strong as yesterday, cannot even paint a month's red since many a-years ago. Mamma Mithbright can still pack a good soulpunch in the mug of a naughty, but time is time, deary, and me feels I might be too seasoned for this to wrap on ma' own. *Hmm* ... Who knows, deary? Perhaps your old mamma can find herself some young and ripe handsomes to help her clean the hood... Yes... Yeeeeah... That would be totally trippy!
- Mithbright, Sage Of The Winter Of Warmth
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