Goddess Missy Mee

Three adventuresome triplets were challenging the forest of the fey When the sky turned to night, and the regular colors turned away. A psychedelic hue came upon everything they saw including them. Neon purples and turquoises changed every mushroom leaf and limb. There she is, said Weewee, the leader of the triplet three. Indeed, she was, right in front of them, the Goddess Missy Mee. In the form of a giant jellyfish, as promised by the prophecy. It is as the soothsayer told us, said Weewee’s sister Twee. Their brother Bart was terrified, he hid his eyes under his cloak. They were overcome with snickering from an overbearing oak. It’s not nice to make fun of people, Weewee said to the tree. I was laughing at something else he said, “Please excuse me.” Goddess Missy Mee gave them some ideas, put them into their head. Let them wander around, thinking about them, before they went to bed. Utilized these ideas when they grew up, converted others thoughts too. Many journeyed out here to see Missy Mee, I was one of ninety-two.