The Goddess of Bran Muffins ( c ) 2024 8 .
Demeter claps her hands together , turning to face the camera ... in other words , the audience .
DEMETER Hello , American public . I ’ m Demeter . Da-ma-te , if you happen to speak Linear A . Ceres in Latin . Daughter of Rhea , daughter of Gaia . Goddess of the harvest . Which , I suppose , means that for all intents and purposes , I ’ m ... what ’ s that charming phrase you like to use ? Mother Earth ! That ’ s the one ! This works out terribly well . See , I am a mother . And all of you out there have mothers .
Exactly !
Mary !
Sorry .
MARY ( to herself )
JOANNE
MARY
DEMETER I ’ m sure you must love your mothers very much . Mothers are , after all , the source of everything . Love and life . We can ’ t exist without our mothers .
( beat ) We ’ re also can ’ t exist without the earth .
( laughing ) Which , I guess , makes me doubly important . Your mother and your earth . Someone who sustains you , keeps you alive , keeps you safe . Someone who feeds you and nurses you and shelters you from the storm . I ’ m love at its most primal , no offense to Aphrodite . I love all of you listening . Every last one of you . Especially you ! You know who you are .
Demeter and Mary laugh . Joanne just looks nervous .
DEMETER Being a mother is a job that I take very seriously . And it often means that I ’ m taken for granted .