Tell me the legend of Jessica and the moon again?
Well, it all happened long, long ago …
Jessica lived with her Momma and Poppa in a little cabin at the edge of the forest. During the night, the moon kept watch over the earth, providing light for the nocturnal creatures and those walking home late or making trips to the outhouse. Jessica would lie in bed watching the moon through the window. “I wish I could go play with the moon” she would whisper longingly. “But the moon is very high” spoke Hooters. “Much too high for a little girl to reach”. Hooters was a giant, wise old owl. He was also Jessica’s friend and he spent many nights perched on the limb of the old elm that crossed her window. He would tell her tales of the far-away places he had visited and the people and exotic creatures of those lands, until Jessica fell asleep.
One night, Farmer Brown inadvertently left a gate open and Daisy – his Friesian cow – wandered into the field where the happy-grass doth grow, courtesy of some trespassing louts. It tasted mighty fine, she thought, chowing down. Now, there is a certain inevitability inherent in particular conditions: call it fatalism, or even chaos-theory, if you will. The bottom-line is, Cow gets stoned – Shit happens! In her delightful delirium Daisy could see the farmer’s cat playing the fiddle right there in the meadow whilst the dog ran around barking and laughing madly at such sport. High as a kite, Daisy took it into her head to attempt a jump clear over the moon. But she wasn’t high enough … And crashed head-first into the helpless moon. AUE! Cried the moon in shock, and his light went out, plunging the earth into darkness.
“Jessica- Wake Up!” Screeched Hooters. “Huh, wha.. What’s wrong? Why is it so dark?” Jessica managed, not sure if she was dreaming. “The moon is hurt Jessica, we must tend to it”
“But no-one can reach the moon, it’s too high, you told me that” said Jessica.
“Too high for girls, but not for mad-cows and owls. Jump on my back.” So Jessica crawled out her window and climbed onto Hooter’s back, and off they went. It was the first time Jessica had flown and it was as exhilarating as it was terrifying. “I can see my house from here.” whooped Jessica as Hooters circled, but it soon vanished in the dim as they flew upwards. Higher and higher they climbed into the darkness, Hooters navigating by the stars in the heavens.
“Moon straight ahead.” Announced Hooters as a round black shape emerged to blot out even the stars. The moon was almost completely black with his lights out and Jessica could see he was crying. Her heart was filled with compassion and she knew instinctively what had to be done. “So long Hooters” said Jessica, climbing gently onto the moon. “You can go and tell my folks not to worry. I will stay here and nurse the moon.”. “Hoot-hoot, good luck” called Hooters and he dropped out of sight into the seemingly-endless dark. “You poor old moon”, Jessica said, kissing the moon on the cheek and massaging the area where Daisy had struck. “You just get some rest and I will do your job tonight.” And as the moon dozed off, Jessica dropped her pyjama-pants, bent over and mooned the earth.
The legend of Jessica lives on to this day. After the moon recovered, he and Jessica were married. Hooters would visit regularly and tell stories of far-away lands, despite Jessica being able to see it all from her vantage-point. Daisy soon got over her bruises and Farmer Brown never forgot to lock the gate again. Some say that on a full-moon if you look carefully, you can still see Jessica’s bottom as she helps the moon light the earth.
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