It's A Howler's Bag, Man!

 

 
            Another day rolled around, and another sleepover around the fire. Morning came and once more Ramona strolled out to start the day and wake the sleepers. It would be a soup morning. She had some onions and some leftover young buck roast, enough to make a pot of soup.
            Bob and Berry had returned from their quarantine in the meadow. You remember that Daisy Dust is toxic to cats. Thankfully, they seemed to have escaped infestation.
            Maurice sat up and said, “May I go in and get my book and my harmonica, Firekeeper?”
            “Of course,” said Ramona absently, while deciding how much fuel to put on the fire.
            Maurice came back out with his stuff. He wrote a few lines in his book. Then he laid it down and started playing some old Cream tunes. Train Time, definitely.
            Ralph woke, blinking and yawning. Cherry joined the party. Blue stretched and yawned then went back to sleep at Cherry’s feet.
            The music continued. Maurice was working out a little tune of his own, but he didn’t want to tell anybody that’s what he was doing. He just kept working on it. It got a little repetitive.
            Ramona put her soup ingredients into her large pot. Chopped venison, chopped onions, salt, garlic, and some greens she had laying around, and water of course. It would be plain, but good.
            When the soup was just about ready to serve, Maurice said, “May I put my stuff back up on the shelf?” to Ramona.
            “Of course,” said Ramona. A tiny gnat of annoyance ruffled her serenity. She shooed it away.
            After soup Maurice asked for permission to get his harmonica again.
            As she was dropping the bowls into her bucket of water for a quick rinse, Ramona thought she could see how this was going. It also felt like a rather busy morning. She gave it some thought, but didn’t say anything for a while.
            Then Maurice wanted to put his harmonica away again, because he and Ralph were going out to gather fuel. Ralph wore the big leather pack that Ooog had made for him. Ramona noted the backpack and its excellent practicality once more.
            A plan came to mind.
            Ramona whistled and waited. Soon Maeve appeared. She hadn’t been very far away, just far enough to be riding Ralph’s shoulder as he gathered wood.
            “I’m here, do you need me?” she asked Ramona.
            “Yes, Maeve. I believe I do! I wondered if you would go talk to Thaga. Ask her if I may come see her today. I have a question and will bring Maurice with me. Would you mind?” said Ramona.
            “Of course I will. What’s up? Is it a secret?” said Maeve.
            “There are no secrets from you, Madam Raven,” laughed Ramona. “I would like to ask Thaga to make Maurice a bag for his stuff, since he doesn’t wear pockets or pants anymore. He really needs a way to carry his book and harmonica around! He really does! Let me tell you!”
            “You got it,” said Maeve, who blasted off in a great theatrical flapping of black wings.
            Before Ralph and Maurice returned, Maeve was back with a message.
            “Thaga says to come on up. She will be expecting you,” said Maeve. She had a cup of the morning soup, since she hadn’t been there for breakfast.
            “Very good. That’s just what I thought she would say,” said Ramona.
            When the wood gatherers returned, Ramona said, “I have a plan.”
            “This is what I propose to do, Baby, and Maurice. Cherry and Maeve and Blue, and I, along with Maurice, will go up to see Thaga. She’s expecting us already.
            “Maurice, would you go get your things again and bring them along? I want her to see what you have and to design and make a bag for you!” announced Ramona.
            “Yes, Firekeeper,” yelped Maurice, running for the cave.
            Ralph winked, and kept stacking firewood.
            Ramona didn’t really need to bring everybody, but it seemed like fun, so she did. As it turned out, Ralph wanted to tag along, so he did. Bob and Berry had gone off hunting or fishing or something. They did their own thing a lot.
            So, it was a large party which arrived on the porch of the Neanderthal’s stone cabin. Ramona tapped lightly on the door and in a moment Thaga appeared, with Harold at her feet.
            “Come in, come in, everyone,” she said standing aside so that they could pass.
            “You know why we are here, dear Thaga. Our friend Maurice has a few things that he needs to keep with himself. He needs a bag.
            “We have come to you, for help,” said Ramona.
            “Of course, I will help. Let me see what this bag needs to hold,” said Thaga, getting right into the spirit of the venture.
            Maurice showed Thaga his few things. She nodded, and said, “I see!”
            “Thank you, Ma’am,” Maurice whispered, almost too excited to speak.
            “It will take me a while to make a nice bag with a soft lining, to protect your harmonica. I think that Maurice should stay with us here for a while. I’ll make a nice bag, and he can help Ooog in the garden. How about that? Good idea?” said Thaga.
            “We have plenty of room, and Thaga is a good cook,” urged Ooog, who had come in to see what was going on.
            “Yes, please,” said Maurice.
            “Wonderful,” said Thaga. “Sit yourselves down around the table! I have a big batch of cinnamon rolls just coming out of the over and I will make some coffee!”
            No one in their right minds would turn down such an offer, so they all did sit down at the big table and have a wonderful after breakfast snack.
            Maurice played some of his songs, just because it was such a festive day. Then, Ralph, with Maeve riding along, Ramona, Cherry and Blue, all said their goodbyes to Thaga, and Ooog, and Harold, and to Maurice, and they all trooped back down to the Home Clearing.
            Ramona was quite pleased with how her plan had gone.
            She and Cherry took the dishes from breakfast over to the river to scrub them and brought them back to dry, ready for the next meal.
            While they were gone, Ralph and Maeve had a nice chat about this and that when they heard a plaintive voice approaching.
            “Ralphie!” the voice cried. It was Uncle Bob, of course.
            “Bob!” said Ralph. “Is everything alright?”
            “I’m stuck. I mean, I’m having trouble with this song I’m working on. I thought maybe you could help me!” said Uncle Bob, looking all pent up and worried.
            “I’ll try to help. Maybe Maeve can help too!” Ralph giggled.
            “He could do worse!” said Maeve.
            “But, Bob, you know who you should really get to help? Maurice! He’s a master song maker. He’s not here right now, but he’ll be back in a couple of days! Can you wait that long?” said Ralph. “Maurice can build you a tune, and you can do the words!”
            “Aw, Ralphie! That’s a great idea, Man! I’ll keep fiddling with the words at home, and see Maurice when he gets back,” said Uncle Bob, happily.
            “Perfect!” said Ralph.

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