"That night we had our firstborn, and the next morning, during the first sacred hour we went to the Great Temple. The earthy musk of the marsh got more vibrant as we came around a corner and saw the temple, glistening in the morning sun. The Feeding was already ongoing, it is always assuring to see the ritual.
I walked silently ahead of her brothers, carrying our gift in a deep bowl. We had collected the snails from the woods beyond the river to the south of the city three days ago. I had rained the day before, which my mother said was a good sign. We looked for them until late afternoon, picking the biggest six that we were able to find. One for each season of the year, as she had told us.
Her brother gave me the leaves, and I placed them near the edge of the water. Beyond the fence, I spotted an alligator looking at me amidst the lily pads. Calm, but vigilant as always. A true guardian of The Source.
One by one I lifted the snails onto the leaves, prayed, and stood up. I did not see any frogs near us, but I'm sure The Source takes care of Its loyal servants, new and old. "