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63As she carried it down to the waters, Carla wished the father, her lover, could be there to see. She desired for him to know that she had been an excellent mother and not just a sexual partner.She sat down on the mud and tried to send her thoughts out across the swamp to her lover. Nothing happened. She stood up, lifted the bucket, and carried it out into the waters with the lid still covered. She took it out to deep waters, pressing down on the lid. When her head was the only part of her above the surface, she lifted the lid, took a deep breath and ducked down to see. They were flowing out everywhere, emerging from the cloud of brown dissolved poo. But something else, unexpected, was happening. As soon as the tiny creatures detected her presence in the water, they swam to her and clung to her body. Within a minute, she was totally covered.She swam back to the edge and stepped out of the water. She looked down herself and smiled. They didn%u2019t wish to leave her. What was she to do? She sat in the mud and gently stroked them. Martha came up to her and sat onto the mud. %u201cBabies don%u2019t wish to leave their Swamp queen mother?%u201dCarla smiled. %u201cIt seems not.%u201d%u201cWould you like me to pick them off and throw them out into the water?%u201dCarla shook her head. %u201cNo. I think not. Let them be for a while. They may wish to look at that lovely moon with me.%u201dA large shape loomed up out of the waters, startling both of them. It the octopus-like lover of Carla. She was overjoyed, running to the edge and wading in to greet it. She hugged it, careful not to squash their babies. It lifted her up out of the water and carried her back to the mud, setting her down gently. She kissed it repeatedly and looked up into his eyes while lifting a tentacle, using it to touch the creatures on her body. Swamp Tramp