Bug-Spirit Chirping

The bird-spirit is the one I know the best, because she is my mommy, and I am watching out in the world for her because there are so many clouds right now. When the sky clears and the sun shines with Lysenties again, I will tell the bird-spirit of all the beautiful things I got to see with my special eyes. That way she does not miss out on anything.

This little book is about the bird-spirit and her good friend, the bug-spirit. The bug-spirit is also one of Gaia's children that Gradrel watches over like Roykagh before him, and eventually Kalug and Rotarx before them. Gaia is eternal, and she is a good grandma. Her gifts are all over, but it is kind of hard to find them sometimes. You really have to look for a while.

The bug-spirit watches over all the little critters, like spiders, and centipedes (Dilorry taught me what those were), bees, moths, scorpions, caterpillars, and even the tiny ones that you cannot see without some help. One time I found the bug-spirit sitting on a rock in Banor forest. He was very small, but I could tell it was him because of his big eyes, tiny conductor stick in his fingers, and the little basket hanging from his fuzzy shoulders. I asked just to be sure.

"Are you a faerie person?" I asked him. He shook his head, saying, "Nay, for where are my fires? These are the wings of a butterfly, and the grippers of an ant."

I was convinced that this was not the faerie-spirit, but the

bug-spirit (I had never met the faerie-spirit before). I had many questions for him! It was so nice of him to appear! I asked him why the bird-spirit and the bug-spirit could be such good friends when the robin devours the worm, and when the crow devours the maggot. The bug-spirit was very wise, saying that all things in Nature require food, and sometimes, they must make sacrifices. The birds are energized by their meal, but one day fall from the sky from age or fatigue and become the meal of the insects. This cycle makes them partners in a harmonious series of events that, if marred, would not result in friendship.

The bug-spirit smiled at me and put on some little glasses. His voice was like the chirping of a cricket. He stood and came to my shoulder. "You are like speaking with the bird-spirit, but I know that you are not her", he said while close to me, "I do miss my old friend. But herein I see some opportunity for me to grow closer to her, even though she is hidden by the coldness of the sky."

The bug-spirit reached deep into the Quoap spell and gave it the speech of a cricket orchestra, articulate and useful in the world of rocks, trees, and water. He taught me to master the crickets with the baton in his hands. It was very fun, and the ability to conduct the chirping of the orchestra has been useful for me ever since.