The Old Mother Goddess

xxx The old mother goddess has hair on her chin.

xxx Do you mind?

xxx The old man blushes, he doesn’t know the answer.

xxx I said, says the old mother goddess, do you mind if I become a man?

xxx Oh that! -- No, he doesn’t mind; she can have his place, she can be the new old man. He has read someplace the words that say. . . But he forgets, and once more blushes for not remembering what the words said.

xxx Then you don’t mind? says the old mother goddess.

xxx Mind?

xxx Mind if I became a man . . . ?

xxx Oh that! No no, not at all.

xxx The old man puts his razor on her altar.