Amid the cascade of shooting stars of mid-November's Leonid Meteor Shower descended upon earth, as if hung by the stork on the crescent moon above, a feisty pup.
A Scorpio, whatever that means.
Her full name, according to court filings that would later question the legitimacy of her birth, was Luna Vaclav Bloomsday. There was dispute about the middle name. A second birth document recovered listed a different one: Vitus. At any rate, those who knew her parents well knew well that this was a Prague baby.
Molly's sip from the Cup of the Blood of the Everlasting Covenant left her spent but grateful. Luna, was, indeed a celestial phenomenon. [An aside: Hey, what about "Celeste"?] She spend her days sleeping and dreaming and eating and squirting and crying and stretching and doing all the things an embryonic Buddy Hackett would do. [An aside: Hey, what about "Buddy"?] Molly, Ulysses and Amonymous would each comment when all four where in the same room: "Hey, we're all four in the same room!" Amonymous, himself just a swaddled underweight three years back, now holds Luna. They sniff each other as all feisty pups do. The television is on. A digitally remastered episode of The Electric Company begins with Rita Moreno's cry: Hey, you guys!" [An aside: Hey, what about "Naiomi"?]
Bloomsday surveys his subterranean den. His den of pups. His subterranean den of pups, watching The Electric Company.
