Well After The Third Act

She is Queen Elizabeth and no man will ever have her. This is by far an improvement over Boudica, as now the children can at least come down for storytime on Saturdays without worrying about an ancient sky clad warrior chief with all her flopping bits. However, by and far, all the librarians really preferred that week when she was Elanor. She was so inspirational and interesting and well she wore really pretty hats, as was the custom at the time. She’s always someone, making it more sad that we don’t have a clue who she was.

We built a little stage, and painted a spot of white for a projector. Somewhere in the middle of Mary Poppins, there she was reprising the role of Bert as played by Dick Van Dyke. She was note for note and step for step: a triple threat. She would appear the next time during of all things Home Alone, a grief stricken mother that probably did more than the role really called for. Then near Halloween, during our mandatory recitation of that only famous James Whitcomb Riley poem, she was in the shadow smiling and hungrily pawing at the children. Ever since the goblin incident she’s been down here every time we turned on the light or had an audience.

She saw the spotlight and the stage, maybe she thought it heaven. Maybe thought, she’d have that last glory singing to the balconies. I think she knows better by now but she’s found admirers here and she’ll risk hellfire for that. We tried to make her leave but we can’t get a good hold on her; she can sort of fade from your touch. We were going to call our local experts but the head librarian quoted Harper Lee’s commandment. You know that bit aout mockingbirds right? No one could quite bring themselves to the point of eviction after that.

She’s still down there, waiting for the next performance.


1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. Carson Margedant
    Sep 07, 2011 @ 07:42:21

    It’s a sin to kill a mockingbird. Mockingbirds don’t do one thing but make music for us to enjoy. They don’t eat up people’s gardens, don’t nest in corncribs, they don’t do one thing but sing their hearts out for us. That’s why it’s a sin to kill a mockingbird.


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