Legends of Kaiatan by Marty C. Lee

Author:Marty C. Lee [Lee, Marty C.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781950230228
Publisher: Bookaholics Press LLC

2 True Love

(Ainonani, Nokailana)

She performed impossible tasks to try to change him back.

The Legend of the Frog

* * *

Where does one start in attempting the impossible?

Kamala closed her eyes and tried to think. Manami would have an idea. He always did. She had no idea if he could think now or if he had the mind of a frog. But even if he could still think, he couldn’t talk or help her.

What had he asked for? She could barely remember. Something about a shirt. Ah, yes, a shirt made without seam or needle. How was she supposed to do that?

Wait, he wanted the thread spun from a golden sheep first. And after the shirt was finished, she had to wash it in a well without rain or spring water, and dry it with a thorn.

Tears pricked at the back of her eyes. It was all impossible.

The frog croaked in the basket, and Kamala gulped back her sobs. Impossible or not, she had to do it.

Lava before obsidian. First, she must consult with a tailor.

She wrapped the dishes and leftover food in her blanket, gathered the basket with the frog, and headed inland. Crisis or no, she still had weeding to do. Nothing other than serious illness ever excused anyone from community chores, and she could talk while she worked.

Fortunately, she found one of the clan’s tailors already working and claimed an unweeded row next to him. Striking up a conversation, she started with casual comments on the weather and the state of the gardens, and then gradually added questions about his work. While he talked about his latest projects, she slipped in her vital questions.

“I’m so clumsy, I always stab myself with the needle. Is there any way to make a shirt without one?” Kamala held her breath and bit her lip, turning her face away to hide her intense interest. If anyone discovered Manami turned himself into a frog to save her ball, they’d laugh her right off the island.

“Hmm. You could felt one, I suppose. Or crochet it. Crochet hooks aren’t at all sharp.” He laughed. “In fact, you can crochet with just your fingers, though it’s harder and usually ends up quite uneven.”

“That’s fascinating,” Kamala said. “Please, tell me how both of those work.”

When he finished his explanation, she was sure felting wouldn’t work. If she used the frog as a model, it wouldn’t fit Manami when he changed back. And it would require touching the poison frog. No, she would have to settle for crochet, which at least sounded possible.

Please, Makana, let it be possible.

“If I brought wool, could you teach me to spin?” she asked. “And crochet?”

He leaned back on his heels and smiled at her. “Certainly, I’d be pleased. Let me know when you’re ready.”

Heart aching with hope, she rushed through her weeding while the bird somehow kept sleeping in her shirt. Though it was awkward, she didn’t want to wake the poor creature yet. Once she dumped the weeds in the compost, she gathered her basket and headed for the other side of the island.

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