The Wizard of Green Witch Village
“No one acknowledges my contributions…which are frankly many!” Zhoodah complained to her aging father, the wizard of Green Witch Village.
“Darling daughter, whose praise are you seeking now?” Magister Wonderhouse turned an attentive being toward his precious Zhoodah. “Gratitude is a way of life. Of course everyone appreciates your contributions. Do you not appreciate the contributions of everyone else?
“Well yes, Father.”
“Do you wish that they would take time away from their own creative lives to rent an auditorium, and take everyone else away from their creative lives? You are precious, but they are all precious, grateful, and creative…and although not so much as you, still enough that, repeated too often, might well diminish their creative output, don’t you see?”
“Are you yet done, Papa?”
“Am I what?” Wonderhouse seemed dumbfounded by her frankness, but then sees that she is bent over in laughter.
“Okay wise gal. I’m onto your ruse.”
“Sorry Papa, but you looked like you needed a wake-up call. Have you been writing again? You know how it affects your sleep. Papa? Papa?”