So, first I went to put Lashes to bed. Lashes is the king of the obscure tableau vivant. He gets half an hour to himself when Fingers is already in bed, and uses this privileged time very reverently, for complex play situations involving lots of elaborate cross-species domesticity. I will record more of them, they are often very funny. This one is not his best by a long way, but I rather liked the "parents" having a civilised evening around a dinner of plastic cow.
"Children" in bed.
A sort of utopian vision, in which the howler monkey lies down with the window walking robot, who in turn shares a pillow with the rubber grasshopper and the rubber lizards and the plastic bones.
Also somewhat utopian. I know he knows we don't sit down and eat dinner around a table with a little light discussion of narrative devices in Russian literature when he is in bed. He thinks we watch "killing things". Clearly, the world is a better place when you meet the plush alligator of your dreams and settle down to raise a rainbow brood of plastic novelties.
After that, I made a pear shrew. Katyboo, has brought fascinating scenes from the shrew mortuary to the internet this week which has been tremendously inspiring for me.
I am not precisely sure what is going on with me and Katyboo. We are having an elaborate internet courting ritual whereby we bring each other strange virtual offerings. It's sort of how I imagine medium sized carnivorous animals (badgers, say, or polecats) might court, with small dead creatures laid out as an act of love. It's rather beautiful, anyway, but also a little disturbing. In another life, I think we could have been a pair of those peculiar maiden aunts that live together in a nest of squalor, and develop their own language and have creatures (shrews?) nesting in their hair. It might still happen. And would that be such a bad thing Katyboo? Possibly not.
Anyway. I saw this pear tonight, with its long, elegant, elephant shrew nose, and I knew exactly what I had to do.
Where did its head go? Damn! Oh well, it is late and the CFO would have divorced me by now if we were married. Let's go with headless shrew.
Shrew mortuary rules require that the shrew be displayed with a piece of currency to demonstrate its size. This shrew is giant.
That is all.