Herbalists' Cache das lied von der erde

"Well, depends, when you give birth," Apple replied, after a moment ruminating over the question that was a bit puzzling. In her career of a multigravida she had never had eaten plants. "I had all four litters, when the snow covered the ground still," she explained. "So - my advice, keep the mom well fed and she will fare well. Though I remember having a strong craving for chalk at one point... didn't have any, ate a lot of earth. Upset my digestion, but quenched the thirst," she mused. 

"I don't know, if you have got a saying of, who gets with whom, but a word of advice and a before-hand warning. If the mother-to-be is way smaller than her companion, prepare for a difficult birth," she said and winced. "That was the issue with Harold - my last husband - tall and handsome, and carved from the raw force of nature. But giving birth to his little giants was awful - I thought that they would tear my behind apart."

"Anyway, I told him that the next season he will be the one bearing children," she finished the story on the brighter note. "The poor fool told that this was impossible, but I have always insisted that this is just the matter of will."