Slow Day
It's one of those IT days that involves a lot of the, "Run. Wait 10 minutes. See if it worked." cycle. This is a little dull. So, while I sit out this current 10 minute slot, I'm going to tell you about the dream I had last night.
The owl, the pussycat and I were going to sail away (presumably in a beautiful, pea-green boat). The night before the journey we stayed at DragonMama's place. DM was nice enough to make breakfast for me, but when I enquired about the whereabouts of the O. & P., she said they'd left without me. I was saddened, but I put a brave face on it and entertained DM with a puppet show.
Anyone care to speculate, or shall I dive in and analyse this one myself?
What sort of puppet show was it? Marionette? Finger puppet? Shadow puppets? Hand
puppets?
Punch and Judy?
Yes, I know. I was looking for specific detail.
Oh come on, now you're just being ridiculous. Who ever heard of eating owl for breakfast?!
Kris got toast. We had owl and pussycat stew for supper.
I did explain why they had to leave early. They were on a tight schedule - when you're sailing away for a year and a day you don't want to dilly dally. The main problem was that although they had plenty of money they only had some honey - probably, on reflection, the Pussycat told me, not enough for three. So maybe you should have brought your own honey.
By the way, it was fantastic puppet show - almost as good as the ones my brothers and I used to do as children.
That's hand puppetry, Brian.
Actually, I'm not sure I know the correct puppetry term. It was that style where the puppeteer holds the puppet, but you can't see them because they're wearing all-black on an all-black background.
Actually, I just had black gloves on, because it was a small stage.
Was it Fingermouse?
Well, whatever it was, I'm glad DM liked it.
I'm thinking...I'm thinking DM must represent my superego.
I'm thinking...
I hope you don't analyse all your dreams.
Do you mean publically, or just in general?
Well Owl's gone missing so at least this explains that one.
But Pussycat? One's dead and the other's bonkers so I wouldn't be relying on any info about honey rations from either of them, DM.
I thought that Cat looked a little shifty, but the pair of them were with Kris so I wanted to give them the benefit of the doubt.
The irony of it all is that I don't even like honey. However, I'll grant you that the original works better than:
Having said that, it might work as a joke. "An owl, a pussycat and Kris Jenkins walk into a bar..."
All's well that ends well, surely: I expect Fran wouldn't have been happy about you sailing away for a year and a day with a Pussycat?
Come on, guys. I can't believe no one has twigged yet.
Fact 1: Dragon Mama is trying to get Kris to forget by saying Fran wouldn't
have liked him to go away anyway.
Fact 2: The Owl and the Pussycat are missing.
Fact 3: The Owl and the Pussycat were last seen in Dragon Mama's house.
Fact 4: Dragon Mama is a freakin' DRAGON! You people are so dense!
The question is, ladies and gentlemen of the jury, WHAT DID DRAGON MAMA COOK
KRIS FOR BREAKFAST?
That's right, I did have toast! So it wasn't a dream after all...
On 15 February 2005 at 17:10, Dragon Mama wrote:
Yet on
her
own fine blog, she professes to be a vegetarian. A lie has been told here!
Soyacat.
Mmm, nutty.
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