Topic: How Sally Made a Baby
As the good TV cook once said `This is something I prepared earlier`.
How Sally Made a Baby, and other Tales of Mirth.
Chapter IX
In and out she flows,
Mixing this to flatten those,
Hair a whisp on nose,
Blows it back to lacqered pose,
`Hippsey Dippsey we go fishy`
`Hippsey Dippsey Rose`
Sally's spell formed blue haze above her,
Inbetween little sparkles fluttered,
Then she chose one item more,
There steadily watching her finest clove,
Then down on her table,
Her now blue cat in the middle,
Til she blew on the hazy,
And fell to them crazy,
Then opened a green bird,
Or was it a dragon,
Ohhh,
Too much hue,
She turned to her cat,
Slouched there on her round table,
And as she did peer,
Upon Sally's surprise,
With her yellow big eyes,
Fur turned to skin,
Her baby boy slim,
As born just as now,
Sitting there.
Playing with his new found member, gurgling with joy,
I could have sworn that cat was a she,
Ohjoy what the hell,
It's a boy, it's a boy,
Cried Sally.
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Did you know that for time everlasting, the women of Western Africa actually decide themselves what sex their baby will be. The power of the will is well known by them, inspired by the various goings on by witches and numerous shapeshifters. This becomes obvious when you realize that the highest concentration of witches exists in West Africa, but the skill is open to every woman to believe.
