The old wooden bench in the backyard was comfy. She sat among the long grass, the dandelions and the ferns, listening to the sounds of Ecopella, the choir that rehearsed in her backyard each Monday evening. (http://www.ecopella.live.com.au/) The moon was big and round, and the sounds of voices blending in shades of forest green floated into the night.

Magenta felt muddled, not right. All those years of vegetarianism, spirulina, yoghurt and Doctor Bronner's peppermint soaps. Why was she craving meat all of a sudden? and why was she suppressing an impulse to run into the back studio and suck the blood from that juicy little tenor?

Maybe she needed iron tablets.