Hoko was full. The Skunk Cabbage was a rich meal and the glade had hundreds and hundreds of plants.
Hoki had discovered an area of the glade where dragonfly larvae were quite prodigious. As she pulled one particular cabbage from the sloppy mud, it came out of the ground dangling a larva. She giggled, held it up for everyone to see and popped stalk and larvae into her mouth, munching merrily. Bawbi giggled and chided, “That’s only luck! Bet you can’t do it again!” But, after only a few more tries, Hoki once more produced a cabbage stalk, this time with two larvae dangling temptingly. Hoki, Bawbi and the youngster Lumki, all laughed and Lumki jumped up and ran over to where Hoki was eating.
Before anyone realized what was happening, the young Lumki had quickly pulled four cabbages from the ground looking for dangling larva, but having found none, had simply scattered the uneaten cabbages around her.
Hoko leaped from his squatting position to stand tall and rigid. All seven feet of his height poised for judgment. His mind burst open and in a thunderous broadcast Hoko roared, “Lumki wastes Gods food!” Every clutch, in the globe’s entire western hemisphere, heard Hoko’s thunder. The response, from the other clutches, was instant and awesome.
The power of a thousand of minds was far more than the young Lumki could bare. Her pupils retreated up and back and into her head and her body rolled unconscious and still to the glade floor. The last thirty eye-blinks of time were ripped from Hoko’s mind and sucked to every clutch leader who had heard Hoko’s roar. The waves of advice began to sweep over Hoko like an ocean’s waves might expend themselves upon a shore boulder.
In a single leap, Lumko was instantly kneeling at Lumki’s side, cradling her head in his arms. His mind, powered by the swiftness and confidence known only to the young, grasp all that Lumki is, and wrapped all that he is, around her. Lumki’s atman, her qi her id, joined with Lumko’s only to jump to a slightly luminous glob of thin air, right above the pair. Together they became one transcendental soul. The single soul thrust back at the roaring wave. In a voice, as clear as the unmistakable crack of a single icicle, Lumko spoke, “Her error was my failing. I too take upon myself whatever judgment Hoko makes.”
Hoko did not move, but he had heard every word of advice. It had begun with screams of, “Send her to God!” then reverberated roughly through hundreds of less severe punishments and ended, after a brief pause, with a quiet whisper from the Most Eldest, “God forgives the young.”
Wisdom, Hoko recognized it. Let it flow into him. His decision was made. A lesson would be learned by the young pair known as the Lumkoo. Hoko smiled, once more Hoko found himself pleased by his choice.
Suddenly, his choice and his actions unfolded to fear as he saw the terrors suddenly turn from the regular pathway their kind normally followed and head straight for the clutch. If Hoko was younger, he might actually panic, because he knew the Lumkoo could not be moved for dozens and dozens of buzzard circles.
When what had happened had happened, the Lumkoo transcendental souls had been forced from their bodies. If the Lumkoo bodies were moved too soon, it’s possible their souls might fail to find their hosts and be eternally lost, not only lost to themselves, but lost to God, too … forever. A thing Hoko could not allow to happen.
 Atman - The essence that is eternal, unchanging, and indistinguishable from the essence of the universe.
 Qi (also “Chi”) - The vital force believed in eastern thought to be inherent in all things. The unimpeded circulation of chi and a balance of its negative and positive forms in the body are held to be essential to good health.
 Id - the part of the psyche, residing in the unconscious, that is the source of instinctive impulses that seek satisfaction in accordance with the pleasure principle and are modified by the ego and the superego before they are given overt expression.