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Western Walkabout: The Witch, The Wood Elf And The Dragon – 10

…“Well, you realize I’ve conceived in my human form, so it won’t be a dragon,” said Sapphire.

“Won’t it?” said Skye. “This is March 2000. Your baby, if he goes full term, will be born in December, which will make him a golden dragon by the Chinese way of reckoning.”…

Richard Harris continues his entertaining love story for children over 40.

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PREGNANT

About six weeks later, Sapphire was having difficulty with her food. She was glowing but could not keep her breakfast down and felt nauseous.

She knocked on Skye’s bedroom door.

“Yes?” came the little witch’s voice from within.

“Can I see you for a moment, darl?” said Sapphire.

Skye came out of the bedroom. “Let’s have a cuppa,” she said, and led Sapphire to her kitchen.

“What’s the problem?” she said.

“I believe I’m pregnant. I’ve had Bart in my bed a few times, so it’s not out of the question,” said Sapphire.

“That’s wonderful news,” said Skye. “We need some children around here. It will be excellent for Woodward and me.”

Sapphire seemed taken aback. “I thought you’d disapprove?”

“Course not, silly. So long as you’re happy and well, and your baby is happy, and well who gives a continental?”

“Well, you realize I’ve conceived in my human form, so it won’t be a dragon,” said Sapphire.

“Won’t it?” said Skye. “This is March 2000. Your baby, if he goes full term, will be born in December, which will make him a golden dragon by the Chinese way of reckoning.”

“How auspicious,” said Sapphire. “You’ll have to help me, I’ve no family Down Under.”

“Course I’ll help you, darl,” said Skye.

“I know it will be a boy. Can’t think of a name, don’t want to call him Bart.”

“Why don’t you call him Yagan, I like that,” said Skye.

“After the Aboriginal warrior from the early days of the Swan settlement?”

“That’s him. There’s a statue of him on the crest at the downstream end of Heirisson Island.”

“I like it,” said Sapphire. “Bart’s got a sort of Aboriginal look about him – reminds me of one of those Aussie Rules footballers from Fremantle, the Dockers. Will you be Godmother?”

“Indeed I will. And Woodward will be Godfather but give me a day or two to prepare the way. Woodward will be good with a little boy.”

Woodward came through the door wearing an old tee shirt and a pair of shorts that he must have slept in. He yawned and stretched his hands. “What a lovely day,” he said.

Skye said “Sapphire’s pregnant. It’s going to be a boy. You will be Godfather. What can you do to help with a little boy?”

Woodward scratched his whiskers, looked up at the ceiling, and said “I could show him how to catch tadpoles.”

Woodward’s not always his sharp self first thing in the morning. The females gave him another chance.

“Yes?” said Skye and Sapphire together. “What else?”

“I could show him how to cook pappadoms in the microwave, and to prepare a curry in the Queensland Irish style.”

“That’ll be useful, for a start,” said Skye. “You can give us a demo for tea tonight.”

And that’s how Woodward found himself pounding garlic, then ginger with his heavy stone mortar and pestle, slicing bananas and coating them with lemon juice and shredded coconut, and mixing sliced cucumber with raisins, garlic and Greek-style yoghurt later that afternoon.

“Side dishes are important with Queensland Irish cooking,” said Woodward. “There are no shortcuts. Do it right, do it properly.”

Skye raised her glass in a toast to Sapphire. “Your son is going to be able to cook,” she said. “Get used to it.”

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