Here's how it usually happens. I find myself in the Raven Bookstore, drawn inexorably to the puppet racks. Look, a new shipment from Folkmanis! I'm compelled to try them out. The puppy's mouth is too small for my fingers, the kitten looks scary, nice frog but I already have one...what's this? A duck? It jumps onto my hand and starts talking or quacking or horsing (?) around. We next find ourselves (yes, I'm including the puppet now) at the checkout desk, pulling out the spondulix or the credit card.
Next thing I know, we're home and Joe is inspecting the new member of the household.
2 comments:
Great puppet! Does it (he? she?) have a name?
No name yet, unless that happens to be Drakestail. We'll see.
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