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Whew! Finally! That’s over with! 
Ummm…. oh, I didn’t see you there!
I suppose you’re wondering what that was all about? It’s a bit of a long story, actually…
You know how I’ve been working to build up my powers as a spellcaster. It didn’t quite turn out the way I’d wanted in my youth, but Sage Loki said he would help me and it seems to working but… well.
I turned myself into a fruit bowl.
Just now, though I really have no clue how long I had actually been a fruit bowl before the spell wore off.
Why? You ask? Or maybe you don’t. Maybe it’s best not to know, but I’m going to share anyway.
Oasis Springs has been having a problem with other occults. Vampires to be more precise. There’s three of them living in Midnight Hollow and lately they’ve been plaguing my family. Stalking us. Showing up on our doorsteps unannounced and unwanted at all hours of the night.
I decided to try a new spell, to warn them off. Loki says that Untamed and Mischief magic can be unpredictable but…
Oh, hell… I turned myself into a FRUIT BOWL.
I was just lucky no one in the house wandered by and happened to be in the mood for a late-night snack! That would have such a disaster, don’t you think?
I may have mentioned last time I didn’t not think that my daughter, Diana, who was gifted to me by the Celestial beings, was going to the child who received the next Vision and Charge.
She is, however, a bright and wonderful young woman. Incredibly inciteful for her age. It may something to do with being part Celestial and part Magic. She could, you know? Take it up, as her sisters have, but she has confided in me that it is not her path.
Hers, she says, is to take care of me and Zoe in out twilight years.
And Zoe, she says, needs the caring for…
Do you remember the cow plant I was growing from a seedling? 
Zoe seems to be rather obsessed with it.
Far too obsessed with it, I am afraid to say. She talks to it, plays games with it, and sometimes feeds it.
I’ve tried to tell her that thing is highly unpredictable… so did Diana… but she just does not see to reason.
Or maybe she cannot see? The thing seems to attract her. Almost as if it wanted her to feel unwittingly safe around it.
I shudder to think the plant is evil or sentient enough to have an ulterier motive towards my wife,but I’ve seen too much in this life to disregard a warning.
Diana says Zoe is not safe around the plant.
I tend to agree.
And it worries me because, well, Zoe and I have been nearing our elders days, and sooner than we realized …
It was here. Zoe and I became elders.
It hit Zoe hard. She has always been a sweet, loving woman, but her twilight years have made her a bit… random. Sporadic. She wanders off, does as she pleases, naps a lot…
Messes around with the Cow.
I nap sometimes too. 
But only after a long day of fishing.
Don’t worry, Dad. I won’t let anything happen to Mom. 
I know, dear heart. I know.
And I do know it. I just worry, and I think I may need to rethink keeping the Cow Plant. I’ve moved up in the Horticulture world now. I could house it at a scientific greenhouse or something and then it wouldn’t be a bother to the family.
It is something I need to give thought to before too much longer. Time passes too quickly.