Moonsitting

Image by Stefan Keller from Pixabay



“Okay, I realize I messed up, but moonsitting?” Nalie said.

“Who’s ever heard of babysitting the moon?”

Talia giggled like the ring of a bell. “Not just any old
moon, yesterday he was a new moon. He’s only a day old—just a little
baby. And someone’s got to take care of him for the next four days, or he won’t
have the energy to stay up all night.”

“But I’m a pixie! I already have a job to do. I sprinkle dew
drops on flowers so they’ll look their best for the bees! I don’t know the
first thing about taking care of a baby moon!”

“Pish-posh. Nothing could be simpler. You sing him lullabies
and rock him to sleep. If he wakes up hungry, you feed him. If he wets himself
or whatever… you clean it up.”

Nalie wrinkled her nose. “What does the moon eat?”

“Come on, you know the old saying. ‘You are what you eat.’
Just feed him cheese. I have the basket right here.”

“So that’s the smell. I suppose you have diapers in there
too.”

“Diapers?”

“For changing your little moonling?”

Talia laughed. “Oh, you’re adorable. Didn’t you ever wonder
where moonpies come from? No Nalie, you collect them in the empty basket over
there.”

“I don’t think I can eat moonpies anymore.”

“But you’re okay with how honey is made? Like I said.
Adorable. Okay, I’ve got to fly. I’ll see you in four days. Oh, fly! I just
remembered; I’m going to have to take your wings.”

“My wings! No, you can’t do that.” Nalie said, backing away.

“Silly pixie. This is what it means to be grounded.”

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