Monday, August 15, 2005

Attack of the Combs: a puppet play

Once, in the not too distant past, a group of good friends gathered at the house of two hippos. The friends thought they would spend a pleasant afternoon in each other's company. If only they had known that someone (or something) had cruel designs to upset their revelry. The story began on a sunny afternoon:

Attack of the Combs


Phil Saunders said...

I love it.

I have put a link from my own blog.

Thank you. It's a lovely birth present.

Phil Saunders said...

The Potamus's triumph will be short lived!

Anonymous said...


Saints and Spinners said...

You're welcome! And thank you.:) It was fun to produce. I had to get up early in the morning to arrange the items in Martha's purse, as I knew that once Lucia was awake, the chances of anything staying put were minimal at best.

Anonymous said...

How wonderful - once again proving the point that purses are never to
be underestimated - nor should hippos for that matter!

Anonymous said...

what fun!

Mike Da Hat said...

Was that one one of Steven Speilbergs lesser known works?

Saints and Spinners said...

How did you know? I took it directly off the cutting-room floor. It was a little bit that was clipped from "Jurassic Park," but the producer didn't want it. There was something about chickens not having any relation to dinosaurs. Are they kidding? What do they think birds are? That's right-- teeny tiny dinosaur descendents!

Um, at least that's one of the theories floating around.