Yoo Hoo

Yoo Hoo


There was once a vast community that thrived on its own existence. Vivaire was a great and tall inhabitant of one area; a place where sunlight changed the color of everything on a regular basis. It would shine brightly at times, and Vivaire would dance in it; and all the while she would be unnoticed because she was tall and special, someone not immediately approached. So careful was she to be unburdensome.

She was a young girl with beautiful hair. The colors of the sunlight would illuminate in every lock and she would twist them and make them into shapes at times. She was fun-loving. There were so many things to see in her realm, and she meant not to disregard the precious moments that came to her.

And so she met Klanella. This was one of many fish that swam through the air, over hills and through tunnels. Klanella had tiny scales. They could feel things with great intensity, and air fish had invaluable perceptiveness. Vivaire's attention was caught upon their first meeting by how adorable Klanella's trailing tail was; long and elegant, a living thing, iridescent in the changing sun. She, pausing from her dances, was allowed to touch and look upon it.

Klanella told her that the air fish were in love with her special hair. They wanted to move within and over its knots and rivers; and she wanted to feel all their beautiful tails. She agreed to allow them to embrace her.

On top of a grassy dune in bright light, the air fish came down and passed over Vivaire excitedly. They burrowed into her strands and slid through to her back, not forgetting to press their tails to the peaks of her cheeks or lay in her hands. She giggled and gasped and gratefully grasped their gracefulness.

There came a time when she was overcome with joy. She pinched their tails and, with ease in her great strength, bereaved them. Many trailing tails she ripped and then placed the feathery fabric against her skin; tied them in twists around her wrists. It did not take long for her to realize the cause of doing this.

Smiling at her gorgeous self-decoration, she looked around at her windwater friends to call for celebration. They were quiet and sluggish. Klanella came to her and indicated the quavering blunt ends of the circulating flat-beings. They were in pain, losing breezy fluids, unable to move as they used to. Vivaire lost her powerful smile. The tails were like soot now, on her.

She bent over on the hill and cried. Shedding so many tears to the smooth earth, it was a darkening sight to see. Her sobs echoed and the other life in the area looked up from its activities and was shocked.

Yoo hoo, said Klanella. She rested on the girl's shoulder and whispered softly into an ear. What Vivaire heard was that her tears were an even worse thing for air fish to bear, and that she should stop immediately; which she did. Subsequently, action should be taken, and ideas sprang up in the wild fashion that they always do. Vivaire gathered herself and breathed deep.

Fish watching her closely, she rid herself of the tails and let them fall to the ground. Then she began to take her hair in small sections and cut it. She divided it into small bundles that she then tied into tiny knots that trailed in loose bits. There were many different designs in them due to her previous practice with it. Once made, they were also seen to glow in differing colors and hues, each knot a dazzling sunsilk of its own. These she placed upon the sad stumps of the fishes' rumps, and they attached almost perfectly.

Each air fish received a hair tail. Klanella was last in line. She looked at herself, twisted around, and with a burst of gyrating muscles rose up and rocketed through space. Her brethren followed thusly. They travelled over the hills in a bunch, all glowing colors that pulsed. They were an incomparable thing to see.

Vivaire sat and watched them. Her hair was cropped like a tree, and it pointed up at the sky that shined upon it. Klanella told her that the tails of the air fish would likely grow back fully. Her hair would likely do the same. She lied down and felt her beloved world continue to turn in its own calculative way.