The long summer sun made for interesting night times and when the moon eventually went down, Swallowtail rose to a moon belly of her own. Summer was not an ideal time for responsibilities of nighttime merrymaking. She labored with each step and cursed all the does that espoused the wonders of Motherhood. They lied, oh how they lied. A smaller voice squeaked up about the secret thrill of the brood she carried. She was curious how they would look since the buck had his own physical and intellectual quirks. Life would be much easier if she had a personal cloud that could carry her along the swamp until she gave birth. If wishes were fishes...
