She hopped hurriedly to her pool andfound Heqet, the frog goddess, Ammit and one of her smaller priestesses lying on their backshaving an argument. BunniHoTep was quite surprised about the whole thing. She knew Hequet almost never had a free full moon night. She was the goddess of childbirth and babies liked to arrive on full moons and what had lured Ammit out of her den on a full moon night? Ammit didn’t like being in seen in bright light normally and even more than that what was her priestess doing out of bed? The moon was high in the sky and she should have been in bed long ago.
BunniHoTep laughed to herself as she listened to them argue. They were arguing about who was seen on the moon’s face. Hequet saw herself in the moon and Ammit saw a beautiful lady in the moon and BunniHoTep’s priestess saw her goddess in the moon because she knew Isis had placed BunniHoTep’s likeness in the moon. Everyone knew that!
BunniHoTep couldn’t stand it any longer and burst out laughing. The three sat up and looked at her. The Priestess lay back down in a hurry. She knew she shouldn’t be out of bed but it had been such a beautiful night and she liked Ammit so she had snuck out to enjoy the evening.
BunniHoTep looked at her priestess. “What are you doing out of bed?” and tried to look sternly at her priestess. Stern looks sit oddly on a happy rabbit’s face.“It was such a nice night and Ammit was here so I thought I’d enjoy the moon?” The priestess said trying to look innocent.
"All right, you can stay for a while longer as long as you are bright eyed and bushy tailed in the morning.”
The priestess lay back down with a smile.
“But what was all this arguing about who was in the moon?” asked BunniHoTep.Ammit and Heqet looked at each other.
The frog headed goddess croaked out. “We were just having a nice discussion about who was painted on the moon.
”BunniHoTep laughed, “It wasn’t sounding all that friendly when I heard it and why do you have to have one painting on the moon’s face?”
Ammit spoke up, “How can there be more than one thing on the moon?” Ammit squinted up at the bright disc.
”“What if you’re all right?” said BunniHoTep.
“How can we all be right?” asked her priestess.
“Well,” said BunniHoTep, “What if you see what you need to see at the moment you are looking at the moon? People of allshapes and sizes see all kinds of things in the moon. Horus sees his right eye in the moon. Isisput me up there for some to see. Some people see Heqet on the moon and some people even see a crab in the moon and lots and lots of people see a man or woman in the moon. They all have stories and they are all right.”
“How can they all be right!” croaked Heqet. She was a little annoyed she might not be painted on the moon.
“The moon belongs to everyone. It guides people and I don’t think she cares what she looks like to anyone and people like to tell stories. I think she can be whatever she needs to be. A guide to a woman in labour. A comfort to a lonely person here on earth. The moon lets us know we aren’t alone and that everyone anywhere can enjoy her and tell stories. She shines on all of us alike.”
“Oh,” the three said, “That makes sense.”The three settled back down and BunniHoTep joined them around the pool. The four friends chatted and pointed out their favourite constellations and stories about the moon and the stars until they were all yawning and trudged off to bed.