“Ohhhh!! Django, Djangooooooh! Why are your earrrrrrrs back?!?!?! Your eyezzzzzz are wide and greeeeeeeeeen!!!!!”
“It’s cold and windy. kindascary It’s cold and windy. kindascary” [soft and low, warning of potential excitement.]
Django meows. Heads out the door, turning his head to look at me. Stares. Meows. Stares.
“Pleeeeeeeezzooooohpleeeeeeeeezzzooooohvstay inside or go owwwwwwwwwwwwwT!!!!!!” (This is obviously a Big-Exclamation Moment in the opera.)
“Please find the moh-llllllluh! Please find the moh-lllllllllluh! Please findthe, please findthe, findthefindthefindthe MOLE!!”
Brava! Brava, Lady and Mistress of Snuggledown! Brava!
(Please note that no violence was meant to be implied or condoned in this opera.)
I exit off stage, where you see me outside placing the long stick Django and I play games with, upright in a freshly-dug pile of dirt. The circle of light broadens so the audience slowly sees I am surrounded by similar piles of dirt. As far as the eye can see.
Intermission includes a brief encounter with Good Lady Snuggledown vs Bad Lady Snuggledown debating what to eat for a snack: make some kale chips, or a sweet treat of basically the unbaked version of the streusel topping on a muffin, which is really the same as kale chips nutritionally, because of the oatmeal.
Scene II: Let’s Water the Plants!!!
Cut, as I realize it’s only Tuesday, not Thirsty Thursday, the day I actually water the plants.
Scene II, Rev.: Let’s Multitask!!
I remember I was supposed to taste-test the red kraut I’ve been fermenting in the pantry, so decide to make that my snack. It’s delish! I poke a salad fork into the fragrant jar, nod my head and grin, spin into a wild, passionate Fork Dance. During the last spin, the wide hem of my yoga pants flaring out, it is revealed that Bad Lady Snuggledown is really……