St. Sukie’s Strange Garden of Woodland Creatures When I let the dogs out this morning, a black swan was singing Ella Fitzgerald’s ... You got a gal you love on Sunday. Then you get another for Monday. Aint nobodys business but my own. You say youre always home alone. How come I cant get you on the phone? … “ When the song ended the black swan flew like a feathered vampire back to Veronica Lake to his mate-for-life and four ugly ducklings waiting to become swans. Sitting on the porch swing was a rabbit reading the St. Sukie Gazette. “Anything interesting in the news today?” I asked. “The Goose Light Operatic Society are doing Gilbert and Sullivan’s ‘Mikado. You may remember the problems they had last time when they did the Pirates of Penzance.’” “Yes, the custard canons went off too early,” I said. “And they were pointing the wrong way. The audience was covered in custard,” laughed the rabbit. “And we all went skinny-dipping in the Peach Tree Fountain to wash it off,” I giggled. “Talking of theatrical productions gone horribly wrong,” said the rabbit, “Can you remember when the turkeys did a production of ’Sweet Bird of Youth,’ and the turkey playing the drunken Alexandra Del Lago gobble-gobble-gobbled off the stage into the orchestra pit and landed on a box of cornflakes that wasn’t really there?” A squirrel’s head popped out from the trumpet vine.”And what about the time the bubble machine wouldn’t work in the middle of the gopher’s Lady Macbeth soliloquy. She says …What thou art promised: yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o the milk of human kindness’ … the audience is waiting for the usual bubbles and … NO BUBBLES!” laughed the squirrel. We all laughed. A stick insect crawled onto the porch rail, “What are you all laughing at?” he asked. “Some of the theatrical disasters we’ve witnessed over the years,” I said. “Oh nothing compares to the time one of the crocodile nuns had an upset tummy in the ‘Sound of Music’ and a bat in the audience laughed so hard, the stage evaporated.” I sat laughing with the rabbit, the squirrel and the stick insect. A raven landed, “And remember the silly string mishap in Waiting for Godot?’” It’s good to start the day with laughter. Now, where’s my cup of Earl Grey?
Posted on: Fri, 28 Mar 2014 12:16:24 +0000
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