Setchra, the mermaid...

Mermaid from Comic Con

I get asked a crap ton of questions where I came up with Setchra, the mermaid. It all came about when I was a young boy. As I said awhile ago, I lived with a woman on the mississippi river. This kind lady referred to herself as the lady of the lake. She practically raised me. Her name was Ms. M. She was a good woman. A hard working woman who was as kind as heaven itself. Ms. M used to tell me, that if I was a good boy, beautiful mermaids from the caribbean would swim up that great mississippi river, crawl along the banks, and deposit shiny pennies for me to find. She sold me that tale a thousand times. And I bought, every time. Ms. M would say, "they'll be coming for you cause I toss berries in the river and they love berries." I asked how the mermaids might know if I was good? Ms. M said, "I won't toss the berries if you aren't good and they won't leave those gorgeous copper pennies." I said, "I could just toss the berries in there myself. In fact, I could toss more than you! Then they'd bring me more pennies." To which that wise woman responded, "Sure you could do that, if you knew which ones." Ms. M always had the upper hand on me. I didn't always find pennies along the banks, but when I did, I knew it was cause I was a good boy. When I asked Ms. M about the mermaids, she described them same as I did. My mind would grow insatiable, and  I would pepper Ms. M up with questions and exhaust that sweet old woman's brain. I always knew when she reached her end cause she'd say, "Etcetera, etcetera, etcetera." Hence, you have Setchra. And if ya'll ask me any more, I'll say, "etcetera, etcetera, etcetera."