Sister Moon

“In times long gone, the Rompers would dance by the moon’s song under her loving silver light,” said the Archivist.

“It has been a hundred thousand generations since then, and now we are sport for man. Allowed to live in cages or narrow strips of land until humans find need of it and again we are slaughtered,” remarked the Keeper of Tales.

“Still, we thrive, and on moonlit nights, when Sister Moon sends her song, we gather and honor the ancestors through dance,” said the Chancellor.

“We who know the secret of the moon’s song will one day return to our home and romp among the peaks and valleys of the moon. This time comes soon. Man has all but destroyed the earth,” stated the Matron.

“We, the council, make our plans and teach our young that once we were a great people who danced among the stars, but a greedy king desired the lush green of the earth and so proclaimed we would live on the blue marble until all the green was taken,” said the Lord Chamberlin.

“So if you can hear her song on nights of the full moon, you too may be allowed to come and play with an ancient race that still remembers Sister Moon’s promise,” said the Chanter of Canticles.

“On your return, I shall wrap you in a silver blanket of love, sing you to sleep, and whisper sweet dreams into your ears. All this will be yours when you return to your home,” sang the choirs.

“Take these words you have heard tonight. Tell them when you travel. Remember, we are all children of the stars. Now, go and speak the truth. Time is short,” said the Storyteller.

A lone hare sat in the field gazing at the moon and said, “I shall not forget your words, Sister Moon,” then dashed into the night’s darkness to spread the word.