Long ago Bezoa became known for her appetite. She could gobble whole fields of grass by herself, and soon the village began to talk. So one day her goatherd went to the shaman. The shaman went down on his hands and knees and was possessed by Bezoa. He baaaad like Bezoa. He ate the same grasses and cherries as Bezoa and threw the cherries into the fire to make his transformation complete. Suddenly a strange scent spread across the land. The shaman didn't know what to do, so he cooled the cherries in water, which turned beautiful and black. He tasted it. He tasted more. He brewed a second pot and was forever changed. |
