The Girl Named Happy

And the story of Mojo Valley

Several times each year the crowds came to the little hidden valley known as Mojo Valley. They came for the intense energy which was perfect for solstice and equinox celebrations. But the energy was quickly depleted by the mass human vibrations.

Kelly and her husband Jasper only visited Mojo Valley when there were no other people around and the energies were at their peak. They both had high power stressful jobs and they learned that a few days in the valley was extremely rejuvenating and invigorating. Their stress seemed to fully wash away.

It was not just humans who came to the little valley for the rejuvenating energy. There was a bison herd from the big lower valley on the other side of the eastern hills who occasionally trekked over the hills to come into the valley to soak up the energy. The little valley was covered mostly by sagebrush and there was not much grass. Bison prefer to eat grass. They did not come for the food, though, but rather for the intense earth mojo…

And to mate.

On one of Kelly and Jasper’s camping trips to Mojo Valley the buffalo happened to be there also. Soon after they set up camp the herd moved very close to their tent.

Jasper grew anxious, “Kelly, do you know that 1960s country hit by Roger Miller called, You Can’t Roller Skate in a Buffalo Herd?”

“Duh! I wasn’t born until the Seventies, remember? And I’ve never listened to country music.”

“Oh, right. Sorry. Well, that song just popped into my head. You realize, don’t you that if that buffalo herd were to stampede they could completely obliterate our tent and us.”

“Why on earth would they do that?”

“I don’t know. That’s just something buffalo do.”

“Come on, Jasper. What’s gonna spook them here in Mojo Valley? Look how peaceful and happy they are. All we have to do is send them love vibrations and be happy and they will sense that. If we’re feeling any fear they will sense that, too.”

“You’re right. Of course you’re right. I’ll just be happy and hold no fear.”

The next day Kelly and Jasper spent the better part of the day watching the bison. It was not long before the mating began. One particular male bison copulated with numerous females.

“That must be the alpha male,” said Jasper.

“Wow, that dude sure has some serious stamina.”

Jasper momentarily diverted his eyes.

That evening while kissing under the moonlit twilight Kelly pulled back and asked, “Can I ask you a question?”

“Sure.”

“Would you be my alpha male?”

They got naked in record time. In the sand in front of the tent (right on the skin of Mother Earth) they made love under the night’s first twinkling stars. They were not immediately aware of it but conception took place. They created an embryo for a soul to enter and that soul would be their daughter.

Kelly and Jasper made love many more times over the course of that camping trip; twice in the same position that bison utilize. They were happier than they had ever been.

At one point Kelly decided she would walk right up the bison herd. Jasper got quite nervous. She stopped no more than twenty feet from the herd. All the bison raised their heads from the grass they were eating and stared at her.

“I… I just want to tell all of you beautiful buffalo that I really, really love you. I love each and every one of you. And I want to thank you for letting us camp here with you. You have made me very happy. I love you.” A tear squirted out of her eye.

She then turned and returned to Jasper who was shaking in his boots back at the tent. The bison lowered their massive heads and resumed foraging for grass.

Kelly and Jasper fell into each others arms and Kelly whispered into Jasper’s ear, “Oh my god! That was so fucking exciting!”

They were soon once again making love.

Nine months later their baby daughter was born. They named her Happy and they gave her the middle name, Maka, which is the Lakota word for the Earth. Their friends thought that Happy Maka was a rather weird name for a little girl but it turned out that it was the most perfect name for her.

Happy was always happy. She was the happiest child Kelly and Jasper and their friends had ever seen. She was never sad. She only cried when she scraped her knees or hurt herself somehow — and even then she did cry for long before she was happy again.

Never was Happy happier than when she went on camping trips with her parents to Mojo Valley. It was almost like she somehow instinctively knew that is where she was conceived. The camping trips to Mojo Valley were the happiest times of Happy’s childhood.

But that all changed the year Happy turned twelve. In the car halfway to Mojo Valley she started to cry. Kelly turned to look in the back seat, “What’s the matter Happy?”

“I’m not happy anymore. I’m very, very sad.”

“Why? What happened?”

“I don’t know. But something is wrong and it’s making me very sad.”

Kelly and Jasper looked at each other. No words needed to be spoken between them. They both knew that they had to speed up and get to Mojo Valley as quickly as they could because that is where Happy was happiest.

But the crying only intensified.

When they got to Mojo Valley there were no bison to be seen. In the middle of the valley there were several parked trucks, a tall derrick, and several men in hard hats milling about. They were drilling for oil! They were raping Mother Earth!

Happy was crying hysterically.

Jasper turned the car around and left Mojo Valley as quickly as they had arrived. The farther away from the valley they got, the more Happy calmed down. Eventually she cried herself to sleep.

They drove for hours looking for another secluded wilderness spot with intensely high vibrations and they finally found one. There are not many spots like that left. They camped. It was nice. They had some fun. But the three of them were not as happy there as they had always been in Mojo Valley.

Copyright by White Feather. All Rights Reserved. This is a work of fiction.

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