‘How you must have stopped and wondered
How I must feel
Out on the meadows
While you roam the fields.’
– Shaman Blues
… So Skunk went on the land but before long he accidentally stood on and broke Meadow-Lark’s leg.
“Lima, lima, lima,” cried Meadow-Lark in distress.
“If you tell me where I can find my musk-sac,” said Skunk, “I will fix that leg with some brushwood.”
“All right,” said Meadow-Lark, “but it will not be easy for you to retrieve your musk-sac.”
“You must tell me anyway,” said Skunk.
“It is being held by some Clever Fellows who have given it to one of their orphan children as a toy,” said Meadow-Lark.
Skunk did not like the sound of that at all.
“They are rolling your musk-sac back and forth between themselves and the child,” went on Meadow-Lark. “Sparkle, sparkle, sparkle goes your musk-sac and so pacifies the child.”
“We’ll see about that,” said Skunk, becoming angry, he fashioned a wooden leg out of brushwood for Meadow-Lark and again went on his way thinking how best to prise his musk-sac from the hands of those Clever Fellows.
A little way along the track Skunk came upon a pungent shrub and fashioned for himself a makeshift musk-sac.
In comparison to his own musk-sac it was very weak but it was better to have that than nothing at all.
On went Skunk feeling a little better about his prospects…
to be continued