Sometimes things get confusing.
Sometimes The Old Ones want to pull a foolie on Two-Legs.
Case in point, The Twenty Pound Starling.
Yes, I know. It looks like a Turkey.
That’s how clever they are. They’re traveling incognito.
When I was a kid, I use to think “cognito” was a country or town some place. “They’re traveling in Cognito.” “They’re vacationing in Paris.” That kind of thing.
Same logic applies to “They’re voting inabsentia.” I’d ask, “Where’s Absentia and how come they can’t vote here in town?”
I was terrified when we went on vacations. I’d repeatedly ask Dad where we were going and how we were going to get there, maps in my hands, stuffed in my pockets, cluttering the dash, the floor, the backseat.
Had to make sure we weren’t going through Effigy.
That’s where they burned people.
You know, “They burned him in effigy.”
Well, stay the hell away from that town!
So it is with The Wild. They’d never burn us, so no worries about Effigy, but Cognito and Absentia?
They hang out there, I’m told.
Practicing their Twenty Pound Starling disguises.
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