Friday, February 18, 2011

Cordelia and Odette


Once upon a time, in the land of Oz, Dorothy visited the wizard, the tin man got his heart, and Frank L. Baum wrote about it.  Oz became a very famous fairyland.  Over one hundred years later, people use airplanes to visit Oz and the great queens communicate regularly by magic mirror.

This story has nothing to do with Dorothy.  This has nothing to do with Princess Ozma.  Frank L. Baum never chronicled what I am about to tell you because it is "news in Oz".

Once upon a time, (Yes, I said that already, please bear with me.) Once upon a time, (I forget where I was. These stories are not easy.) Once upon a time, in Oz, there lived two twin sisters.  The twins were born in Korea.  They settled in Oz where they roamed fairyland freely.  Their only job was to sit and sew.  The twins would stitch and mend broken hearts back together.

As the twins stitched, day in and day out, they would prick hearts.  Some hearts were broken and needed fixing, of course.  These hearts were gladdened by the twins touch.  Other hearts felt the prick of the twins and felt jealousy.  Some hearts felt the prick of the twins and their hearts lifted in wonder and joy.

David Ballard felt the prick of the twins. I am guessing that he felt delight.  He used his own magic and captured them for several moments of forever, suspending them for the world to see.

 Are you settled in with your tea?  Well, what happened was this...

One day in the dead of winter, the Queen of Little Cow Harbor gazed into her magic mirror and said, "My goodness! There is an upheaval going on in Oz! My goodness, the twins have their suitcases out!"  She quickly contacted the Queen of the Snobs.  "Look!", she said. "Look at what is happening in Oz! What shall we do? Shall we offer an invitation to the ball? Do you think that either of the twins would like to attend?"

The Queen of the Snobs laughed and laughed.  She said, "Well, she is worthy.  Tell her that if she will comb her hair, then she can come."  The Queen of Little Cow Harbor said, "Hmmmm, I do not know if that is the proper way to phrase an invitation. Since the twins spend as much time in the woods as I do, my hair looks exactly the same.  We can always re-do her hair if it looks like the cat got to it.  I shall simply ask if one would like to come.  I shall say, Dear Cordelia or Dear Odette a position is open in Little Cow Harbor.  It will require your nightly attendance at all masquerade balls here in fairyland as someone must simply chase after Weeener."

It simply does not do to have a hermaphroditic succubus on the loose when one has dancing horses.

The Queen of Little Cow Harbor said, "Do you think that will do it? Telling the truth never hurts, right? I do think that playing with Weeener is a full time job."  The Queen of the Snobs agreed.

And so, I extended the invitation.