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This is another story involving Mike Curtis's "Shanda the Panda" characters Sissy and Missy "jumped" back into ancient Egypt.
Sissy wants to introduce a couple things into the Egyptian economy back has problems getting things "off the ground". Her friend Missy presents a solution.
My thanks to Mike Curtis for allowing me to use his characters and for his permission to post this here.
Characters copyright of Mike Curtis at
shandafa.
Story my copyright.
First story involving these characters posted here:
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2885017/
"Visions"
Writer's Note: The general history of ancient Egypt tells us that they were somewhat "obsessed" with death and the afterlife. What that history tends to leave out is that the old Egyptians were as much, if not more so, into partying as any other civilizations/peoples in known history. Just about anyone who was well off would have galas to show off their wealth. Add in a goodly number of festivals that ran from the local to the "national" in scope and there were quite a few times each year where even the most humble of Egyptians could "get down", as it were.
Temple palace of Memphis, Egypt, home of Royal family. Festival of Isis.
Pharaoh Tutankhamen looked out over the great room, his eyes taking in the sights of the gala. A large number of tables held voluminous amounts of food and drink. Dancers, jugglers, and other performers entertained the many guests scattered about the room. It had been another good year and throughout the lands of Kemet (Meaning "Black Land", for the rich sift deposited by the Nile.), i.e. Egypt, celebrations were going on.
"The Gods and Goddesses have been good to us once again," he said to the woman seated at his right side.
Queen Worseritirisi (aka Sissy) was a slim poodle woman who barely topped 5 feet in height. She was decked out in full royal dress which included several necklaces, and a pair of armbands. Her face bordered on plain in appearance and she was small breasted (Barely AAA-cup). Unlike so many other Egyptians she maintained her natural, short and fluffy, head hair and forsook the wearing of wigs.
"That they have," she replied.
She turned her head to look at her husband.
"Though I think that the people of our lands had a lot to do with it as well!" she said with a smile.
"Ahhh, true, my Lady. They did have to..."
He stopped as a serious expression appeared onto his Queen's face. She pointed to a place off to his left and Tut turned his head to look. Close on that side of him was his other Queen, Banafritirisi (aka, Missy). She was a pretty spaniel woman 5' 6" in height (That made her something of a "giantess" in these lands.) with black hair that fell to her hips in length. She had an average body build and D-cup sized breasts. Her beauty was evident to any who had eyes but that wasn't what had caught Worseritirisi's attention and, now, had Tut's. Bana sat in her throne, frozen. Her face had an unblinking, far way look on it. Queen Woseritirisi stood up and signaled to a nearby scribe who hurried up and handed her a stack of seven wax writing tablets and a pair of styluses. The poodle woman knelt by the left side of her sister Queen and waited. At the same time Pharaoh threw up one arm signaling for silence. In a few heartbeats all was quiet.
"What's going on?" whispered a jackal artisan to his neighbor.
"The Goddess!" came back the hushed, awed answer.
A moment went by then Queen Banafritirisi unfroze and her eyes blinked. There was a confused expression on her face.
"Sister?" Is there something..." queried Queen Woseritirisi.
Bana's eyes closed, then she spoke. The words were in an unknown language. Her sister Queen scribed furiously on the tablets. The scribe, awed and uncertain, waited close by to hand her more if needed.
On the first tablet Worseritirisi impressed a drawing of a long (Nine feet.) tube. On the second was imprinted the inscription of a man standing close to a thick walled, open topped container of some kind and he was poking one end of a long tube into that container. The third tablet showed the man had pulled the tube from the container and that there was a glob of something clinging to that end. Tablet four had the man blowing into the open end of his tube and the glob had expanded into a bubble. The next tablet showed the man shaping the "bubble" with some kind of slim, flat rod. In the last tablet was seen the finished product, a smooth surfaced bottle, with the craftsman, his tools in view, standing near his completed work.
Queen Banafritirisi went silent then shook her head, as if to clear it, and opened her eyes. Her expression of confusion was endearing. She looked at Tut then at Woseritirisi, who, tablets in hand, stood up.
"Wha...did....something...happen?" Bana asked.
"We'll tell you later," said Woseritirisi, patting her friend on one shoulder.
Museum in Des Moines, Iowa. Year 2011.
"Thus the story goes of how the Goddess Isis gave onto the Land of Egypt the process of glass blowing," stated the Guide.
Wearing ancient Egyptian dress the museum guide stood before a large papyrus wall hanging that showed the event and the inscriptions that Queen Woseritirisi had scribed down.
"In time Egyptian glass containers were traded as far away as the British Isles, Scandinavia, Russia, China, and India. Some have been found on islands in Indonesia and even Japan!" added the guide.
Temple palace of Memphis, Egypt, Era of Pharaoh Tutankhamen. Queens' chambers, seven years earlier:
"Sissy! You're one of the Queens of the Pharaoh!" stated Missy. "If you want them to do glass blowing and get and grow the plants to make Egyptian cotton just order them to!"
Sissy, sad expression on her face, shook her head.
"It's not that easy, Missy! I want this as mass products for use here and for trade. That means I have to convince the whole bureaucracy to accept two new concepts! I have to overcome the institutional inertia it has and being Queen isn't going to be any ways near enough in power to accomplish that in a short time! It will take a major...miracle for me to get things going as quickly as I wish! Even with our Lord Husband's help I'd be old and gray before there would be any major results!"
Missy looked on as her friend, her mind wrestling with a seemingly unresolvable problem, paced back and forth. Sissy's words about needing a miracle had struck a chord in the spaniel woman's mind.
"What if they thought that the Goddess Isis was telling them to do these things?" Missy asked.
"THAT would help a LOT!" replied Sissy. "Tut and we are...agents, 'go betweens' for the people and the gods. In our case, Isis in particular."
The poodle fem looked at her friend.
"A nice idea but I somehow doubt we can conjure up Isis to give the orders," she pointed out.
"But what if they thought Isis was delivering the message through one of her 'agents'? And in a way that was believable to people?"
"What are you getting at?" asked Sissy. "What do you have in mind?"
"People here have seen me when I have my epileptic 'freeze ups'. They think it is the Goddess trying to get through to me to tell them something. Why don't we use that? We could set up some kind of code phase that tells me when I come out of one that I'm to give the 'message'. I'll spout some gibberish, in English, and you can interpret it as anything you want."
Sissy's expression went thoughtful as she considered the idea.
"Hmmmmm, could work. Would be more effective if it happened during some major event, say a festival, that was specific to Isis. It occurring at a big event would be helpful so a lot of people could see and tell others about it thus increasing the effect," she thought out loud. "I'd have to do the cotton one first because of the longer lead time involved."
An uncertain look crossed Sissy's face.
"Thing is we just don't know when one of your mals will happen."
Her expression turned hopeful as she looked back at Missy.
"You could fake a mal," she suggested.
An amused look came to Missy's face.
"Sissy? Me? Fake a mal? It's not done!"
She cocked her head over towards one shoulder.
"That wouldn't be...'cricket'!"
Missy's expression became thoughtful.
"As I said, the people in the Palace have seen me during my 'freeze ups'. They know what things look like when they occur. If I tried to fake one and did something wrong the whole thing would be blown and we'd never be trusted, on that front, ever again!"
Shaking her head Missy looked back at her sister Queen.
"No, it'll have to be the real thing or nothing at all," she stated.
The look of disappointment on her friend's face had Missy smiling again.
"Have patience, and some faith, girl! It'll happen sometime, at the right time, you...we just have to be ready for it!"
The wisdom of Missy's thinking settled things for Sissy.
"All right. We'll do things your way."
With a laugh the poodle woman stepped up to her friend and embraced her in a bear hug.
"For someone who doesn't think she's all that smart you are a genius!" Sissy exclaimed.
"Offff! Thanks for...uugg.. the compliment but...huff...could you go easy on....eerk..the 'genius's' ribs!!"
Sissy wants to introduce a couple things into the Egyptian economy back has problems getting things "off the ground". Her friend Missy presents a solution.
My thanks to Mike Curtis for allowing me to use his characters and for his permission to post this here.
Characters copyright of Mike Curtis at
shandafa.Story my copyright.
First story involving these characters posted here:
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2885017/
"Visions"
Writer's Note: The general history of ancient Egypt tells us that they were somewhat "obsessed" with death and the afterlife. What that history tends to leave out is that the old Egyptians were as much, if not more so, into partying as any other civilizations/peoples in known history. Just about anyone who was well off would have galas to show off their wealth. Add in a goodly number of festivals that ran from the local to the "national" in scope and there were quite a few times each year where even the most humble of Egyptians could "get down", as it were.
Temple palace of Memphis, Egypt, home of Royal family. Festival of Isis.
Pharaoh Tutankhamen looked out over the great room, his eyes taking in the sights of the gala. A large number of tables held voluminous amounts of food and drink. Dancers, jugglers, and other performers entertained the many guests scattered about the room. It had been another good year and throughout the lands of Kemet (Meaning "Black Land", for the rich sift deposited by the Nile.), i.e. Egypt, celebrations were going on.
"The Gods and Goddesses have been good to us once again," he said to the woman seated at his right side.
Queen Worseritirisi (aka Sissy) was a slim poodle woman who barely topped 5 feet in height. She was decked out in full royal dress which included several necklaces, and a pair of armbands. Her face bordered on plain in appearance and she was small breasted (Barely AAA-cup). Unlike so many other Egyptians she maintained her natural, short and fluffy, head hair and forsook the wearing of wigs.
"That they have," she replied.
She turned her head to look at her husband.
"Though I think that the people of our lands had a lot to do with it as well!" she said with a smile.
"Ahhh, true, my Lady. They did have to..."
He stopped as a serious expression appeared onto his Queen's face. She pointed to a place off to his left and Tut turned his head to look. Close on that side of him was his other Queen, Banafritirisi (aka, Missy). She was a pretty spaniel woman 5' 6" in height (That made her something of a "giantess" in these lands.) with black hair that fell to her hips in length. She had an average body build and D-cup sized breasts. Her beauty was evident to any who had eyes but that wasn't what had caught Worseritirisi's attention and, now, had Tut's. Bana sat in her throne, frozen. Her face had an unblinking, far way look on it. Queen Woseritirisi stood up and signaled to a nearby scribe who hurried up and handed her a stack of seven wax writing tablets and a pair of styluses. The poodle woman knelt by the left side of her sister Queen and waited. At the same time Pharaoh threw up one arm signaling for silence. In a few heartbeats all was quiet.
"What's going on?" whispered a jackal artisan to his neighbor.
"The Goddess!" came back the hushed, awed answer.
A moment went by then Queen Banafritirisi unfroze and her eyes blinked. There was a confused expression on her face.
"Sister?" Is there something..." queried Queen Woseritirisi.
Bana's eyes closed, then she spoke. The words were in an unknown language. Her sister Queen scribed furiously on the tablets. The scribe, awed and uncertain, waited close by to hand her more if needed.
On the first tablet Worseritirisi impressed a drawing of a long (Nine feet.) tube. On the second was imprinted the inscription of a man standing close to a thick walled, open topped container of some kind and he was poking one end of a long tube into that container. The third tablet showed the man had pulled the tube from the container and that there was a glob of something clinging to that end. Tablet four had the man blowing into the open end of his tube and the glob had expanded into a bubble. The next tablet showed the man shaping the "bubble" with some kind of slim, flat rod. In the last tablet was seen the finished product, a smooth surfaced bottle, with the craftsman, his tools in view, standing near his completed work.
Queen Banafritirisi went silent then shook her head, as if to clear it, and opened her eyes. Her expression of confusion was endearing. She looked at Tut then at Woseritirisi, who, tablets in hand, stood up.
"Wha...did....something...happen?" Bana asked.
"We'll tell you later," said Woseritirisi, patting her friend on one shoulder.
Museum in Des Moines, Iowa. Year 2011.
"Thus the story goes of how the Goddess Isis gave onto the Land of Egypt the process of glass blowing," stated the Guide.
Wearing ancient Egyptian dress the museum guide stood before a large papyrus wall hanging that showed the event and the inscriptions that Queen Woseritirisi had scribed down.
"In time Egyptian glass containers were traded as far away as the British Isles, Scandinavia, Russia, China, and India. Some have been found on islands in Indonesia and even Japan!" added the guide.
Temple palace of Memphis, Egypt, Era of Pharaoh Tutankhamen. Queens' chambers, seven years earlier:
"Sissy! You're one of the Queens of the Pharaoh!" stated Missy. "If you want them to do glass blowing and get and grow the plants to make Egyptian cotton just order them to!"
Sissy, sad expression on her face, shook her head.
"It's not that easy, Missy! I want this as mass products for use here and for trade. That means I have to convince the whole bureaucracy to accept two new concepts! I have to overcome the institutional inertia it has and being Queen isn't going to be any ways near enough in power to accomplish that in a short time! It will take a major...miracle for me to get things going as quickly as I wish! Even with our Lord Husband's help I'd be old and gray before there would be any major results!"
Missy looked on as her friend, her mind wrestling with a seemingly unresolvable problem, paced back and forth. Sissy's words about needing a miracle had struck a chord in the spaniel woman's mind.
"What if they thought that the Goddess Isis was telling them to do these things?" Missy asked.
"THAT would help a LOT!" replied Sissy. "Tut and we are...agents, 'go betweens' for the people and the gods. In our case, Isis in particular."
The poodle fem looked at her friend.
"A nice idea but I somehow doubt we can conjure up Isis to give the orders," she pointed out.
"But what if they thought Isis was delivering the message through one of her 'agents'? And in a way that was believable to people?"
"What are you getting at?" asked Sissy. "What do you have in mind?"
"People here have seen me when I have my epileptic 'freeze ups'. They think it is the Goddess trying to get through to me to tell them something. Why don't we use that? We could set up some kind of code phase that tells me when I come out of one that I'm to give the 'message'. I'll spout some gibberish, in English, and you can interpret it as anything you want."
Sissy's expression went thoughtful as she considered the idea.
"Hmmmmm, could work. Would be more effective if it happened during some major event, say a festival, that was specific to Isis. It occurring at a big event would be helpful so a lot of people could see and tell others about it thus increasing the effect," she thought out loud. "I'd have to do the cotton one first because of the longer lead time involved."
An uncertain look crossed Sissy's face.
"Thing is we just don't know when one of your mals will happen."
Her expression turned hopeful as she looked back at Missy.
"You could fake a mal," she suggested.
An amused look came to Missy's face.
"Sissy? Me? Fake a mal? It's not done!"
She cocked her head over towards one shoulder.
"That wouldn't be...'cricket'!"
Missy's expression became thoughtful.
"As I said, the people in the Palace have seen me during my 'freeze ups'. They know what things look like when they occur. If I tried to fake one and did something wrong the whole thing would be blown and we'd never be trusted, on that front, ever again!"
Shaking her head Missy looked back at her sister Queen.
"No, it'll have to be the real thing or nothing at all," she stated.
The look of disappointment on her friend's face had Missy smiling again.
"Have patience, and some faith, girl! It'll happen sometime, at the right time, you...we just have to be ready for it!"
The wisdom of Missy's thinking settled things for Sissy.
"All right. We'll do things your way."
With a laugh the poodle woman stepped up to her friend and embraced her in a bear hug.
"For someone who doesn't think she's all that smart you are a genius!" Sissy exclaimed.
"Offff! Thanks for...uugg.. the compliment but...huff...could you go easy on....eerk..the 'genius's' ribs!!"
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