Before the Seerseer

...could do anything about her mutilated, completely, utterly, and entirely ruined wombat shoes her Chinese poodle waddled lazily in. She looked at the poodle in horror. It was morphing. The word morphing did not exist A.L.A. either, so she just thought it was dying.

"No! Quaddle-quaddle!" she cried distressedly. Quaddle-quaddle was, in fact, the poodle's name. It was a mix of 'quack' and 'waddle', I'd guess because everyone thought she (the seerseer) was a quack and the poodle waddled everywhere. The reason it was 'Quaddle-quaddle' and not just 'Quaddle' was because the seerseer had an obsession with doubles. (Naturally, since she was a seerseer.)

Quaddle-quaddle was actually morphing into the Mysterious Omnipotent Malassandra--also known, by a few who were rather well-acquianted with her, as Mom. She was tall and wispy, like a goddess of smoke, which she basically was, except not of smoke and nobody was quite sure if she really was a goddess. So, actually, maybe not.

The seerseer gazed up at her in horror. "Mommy?"

The Mysterious Omnipotent Malassandra scowled down at the cowering seerseer. "No. I may look like her, but I am not your very dead and very gone mother. I am Malassandra. You are not permitted to call me M.O.M."

The seerseer, being from A.L.A., did not have a very broad vocabulary and only understood about nothing of what the Mysterious Omnipotent Malassandra had said. Except maybe 'mom'.

She promptly got up, grabbed (or, rather, tried to grab) M.O.M. around the legs to hug her. This, of course, did not work, M.O.M. being purely smoky imagination (or something along those lines...maybe misty hallucination).

M.O.M. rolled her eyes and flew upwards a bit, out of reach of the joyfully weeping seerseer.