Talk:Mucus Toad/@comment-72.129.154.205-20151227010057/@comment-26295607-20160119015300

I smile at her glad to see she's okay give her a quick hug before standing up and thanking the Shaman.

"No thanks needed" he replies "However you should be aware there might be some minor side effects do to the ritual having been done in such haste"

Looking at him in mild surprise I am about to ask him what kind of side effects but before I can I feel a tug on my arm and my daughter trying to get my attention, "Daddydaddydaddy!" she says sounding like chicken little while saying the sky is falling.

"What? what!?" I say looking down at her, she's pointing at the doorway to our hut but before she can effect an answer I hear a loud splash!

"Mommyjustwhentoutsidebecasueshesaidshewashotandwantsyoutocomebutshesaidihavetostayhereanditsnotfairiwannacometoodaddywhycanticome!?"

"Okay sweetie, first of all calm down. If Mommy went outside to cool herself off than...." I suddenly trail off as I think about that for a moment. Since when does a mucastoad need to cool off? I've never heard of such a...thing.

"Well" said the Shaman in a tired sounding voice, "lets just say the sooner you go see her the better." he then looks down at my daugther who is positively bobbing on the spot still clinging to my arm.

She looks up at me with her wide watery eyes and I wonder for a moment what to say, finally I decide there is nothing else for it.

"Poppy! I want you to listen to me," she nodds looking at me a little anxiously but thankfully just listens.

"Mommy is going to be just fine, but Daddy has to go help Mommy with....something!" oh boy do I ever, I say to myself torn between anticipation and aprehension.

"DaddyIwannahelpIpromisIwontgetintheway!"

"No!" I say in a gentle but firm voice so as to leave her in no doubt that the discussion is over. "I'm sorry Poppy," I say as she starts to sniffle, I know my daugther means well but nows really not the time for her to see her Mom and Dad having sex. True we will be having this lession at a later date, but I'd rather it when she's hit or about to hit puberty.

Kissing her gently on the forehead I give her a last reassurance before standing up.

"WHERE'S MY STUDLY MANFLESH? I GOTS ME AN ITCH I NEEDS YOU TO SCRATCH, ARE YOU COMEN OUT OR DO I HAVE TO COME IN THAR AND GIT YOU!?"

Rolling my eyes at my wife's antics I know I need to quite wasting time and head out to join her.

My last thought before stepping out the door is, "Dear Heaven! please don't let this end up being like our wedding night. I was so raw afterwards I couldn't walk for a week."