Just Another Day

"So ye have the easy task! Ye create da mixture as I tell ye to," Doane smiled.

"Dat's a relief. Smaller margin for error," Shanku laughed nervously. "I tink."

"Let's start!" Doane said excitedly and headed back to his main chamber.

Under his direction, Shanku spent most of the day going between rooms with her wheelbarrow as directed, filled it with the spade waiting in each room ("So we don' mix too aarly!"), and returned to Doane. He would pick up her wheelbarrow, examine it carefully, and then pour its contents into the basin in his main chamber. He had a narrow tree trunk that he like to stir the whole thing with. When Shanku had finally brought him enough, Doane bade her rest, and he began to work.

"Gralala-lauuu," he sang as he grabbed a few handfuls of sand and began to melt it together.

"Og ren gra lash," Doane sang softly as he kneaded and stretched the molten sand. "Gya la loosh sh ka." The sand left his hands and began to form into individual balls of glowing globes connected to each other by a ribbon of light.

"A gwu pa yu-o," Doane continued. He would wave his hand slowly around each globe and wiggle his fingers just so to make the ribbon of light swirl around the molten globes. To Shanku's surprise, the globes began to reshape themselves. With a final hum, Doane lowered his arms. As he did, the glowing globes settled gently on the side of his basin. Doane lowered his head level with them to inspect his newly crafted drinking goblets. Satisfied, he threw back his head.

"Shaka gralalala!" He wailed his pitiful wail, his gaping jaw revealing every needle-like tooth in his head.