magenta could feel the vibes, the bad vibes. men everywhere, arguing with another, pushing each other round. she had had enough.

Magenta decided the only thing that made sense was to morph. to get back to her origins, to return, to the Old Country. Whatever strange things had happened to her, she knew the only thing to do was return to her people. The people of the old ways, who could heal her and help her.

She stood under the huge old gum tree in the back yard, and threw her long hair about her like a cloak. Under the Southern Cross, she trembled all over, a huge rippling goddess.

The gum tree stirred, the wind fluttering through its long, dangling grey green leaves, and suddenly, up high in the tree was a huge white owl, flapping its enormous wings.

It turned westward, a flew upwards, and onwards, across the starlit sky and back to the ancient forest of the Motherland.