Samedi and the Temperance Lady: Folktale

[penthius]

Samedi sat at the crossroads and laughed at her, but she fancied herself a righteous woman with nothing to fear from voodoo devils, so she settled her best church hat square on her head, lifted her chin, and strode out to meet him, a bible in one hand and a pamphlet in the other. "Woman," the Baron said, "why are you here? You are not one of those who comes to me, and you have neither rum nor cigarettes to give me." "Of course I don't," she said firmly, "for they are of the devil. I'm here to talk to you about temperance." Baron Samedi, he reared back in surprise and bellowed a great laugh. "Temperance? Woman, I am the last creature to talk to about temperance!"

Inspiration: Critiquing a quite good Critters story, "The Price of Freedom," about Samedi.
Story Potential: High.
Notes: I do like this. It has the start of a classic folktale setup.

Comments

[prof-vencire.livejournal.com]

And then? He eats her.

[penthius.livejournal.com]

That would make it a very short story.

[prof-vencire.livejournal.com]

He... prepares her at a cooking class down at the Learning Annex? Spicing her with tremendous attention to detail? Has her as left-overs for a week or two?

It could shift focus entirely to his search for a voodoo fridge.

[penthius.livejournal.com]

There's a title right there: "Quest for a Voodoo Fridge."