Here's a recap for those of you who wish you could've been there:
- Mother Earth scolded a chain saw
- A newspaper dreamed of being a comic book
- An aluminum can fretted over being thrown away
- A plastic bottle dreamed of being something better
- A trash can swallowed a little boy (because he didn't recycle)
- Cockroaches shamed humans for throwing away perfectly good stuff
- A rat befriends the little boy in "trash land", but only after accusing him of "being thrown away" because after all, he's seen plenty of other things here in the trash that didn't belong...
- Phil the Landfill made an appearance
- Mother Nature let him have what for
- Cockroach song and dance
- Trash can "burps" little boy back to his home
- Former items of trash and little boy are reunited in the form of recycled products that the little boy loves ( his backpack, his comic book and his aluminum bat)
Why this nit pick criticism? Let me tell you. When I was about 8 years old, my mom spotted a door in the trash. And true to recycling spirit, she made daddy haul that thing home, where she painted it orange and put curtains in the pre-cut window...she made a puppet stand. It was decided that we would do puppets on occasion in church, (for the sake of the two children in the congregation that were not actually siblings, of course)
Guess who got to be the little girl puppet? And I was so proud, and I didn't miss a line... but at the end of church, I found out that I had the little girl looking at the ground through the entire skit ( I was little, her head was heavy... give a child some credit!) I felt bad about that, embarrassed even. But, as with most trials in life, I took it and used it for better things--- like passing judgement on other puppeteers.
The Puppet People of Savannah were entertaining and a fine way to spend an evening for which I had no other plans, and perhaps the small foible I mentioned was due to the fact that they run camps and train kids and teens alike to be puppeteers.
The best part of the day, however, was running into a handful of old friends- and by old, I mean haven't seen in a few months- at the show and none of those folks that I hide from in the grocery store :) ((I don't really do that, but remember back when Fisher's eye got split? Those folks and I have been mercifully spared an awkward encounter thus far and I am not opposed to keeping that way for a while longer. ))
Some puppet photos follow:
Mother Earth
