Transcendence

I love the whole idea of transcendence. When things get tough, magic takes over. Hoes work by themselves and cotton is turned into clouds.

Another story in Courlander's A Treasury of African Folktales talks about how an overseer put a group of African slaves in the field "but he couldn do nuttn wid um." The overseer whipped the slaves. Angry, they got "tugedduh an stick duh hoe in duh fiel an den dey say 'quack, quack, quack,' and dey riz up in duh sky and and tun hesef intuh buzzuds and fly right back tuh Africa." The hoe was left in the field, sticking in the ground but the Africans went back home.