The Rattlin' Bog

I believe that the darkness reminds us where light can be

There were many things that had to be done to prepare for LongNight. Most things were already done, but one of the more important things remained – calling the Luxere. Out in the garden behind the College, which was filled with snow instead of vibrant plants, she had set up large bales of hay and other treats that would help make the College building a nice place to stick around when the dark week came. Pim was inside, tucked away so his predatory presence wouldn’t cause the gentle glowing deer to startle and run.

Amongst the bales and snow, Phoebe sat, singing a happy little tune from her childhood, her whispery voice soft and soothing:

Ho, ro, the rattlin’ bog,
The bog down in the valley-o
Real bog, the rattlin’ bog,
The bog down in the valley-o

Well in the bog there was a hole,
A rare hole a rattlin’ hole,
And the hole in the bog
And the bog down in the valley-o

Ho, ro, the rattlin’ bog,
The bog down in the valley-o
Real bog, the rattlin’ bog,
The bog down in the valley-o

Well in the hole there was a tree,
A rare tree a rattlin’ tree,
The tree in the hole
And the hole in the bog
And the bog down in the valley-o

Already Luxere had begun to gather, a small family, coaxed in by the happy song and plethora of food, content to listen and munch the afternoon away.

phoebe

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