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@aridScuttler I wrote you a play to reflect your plight. The Blessed Little Errand of Miss Wirehand A small shadow play for one yellowblood, two repairmen, and an unhelpful saint. [ðe screen lights. heheh. ] [Enter Miss Wirehand, whose arms hang at her sides with great dignity and no cooperation. honk. ] Miss Wirehand: Oh dear. My arms have taken leave of ðeir duties. [She attempts to wave. heheh. It results in waggling shoulders. honk. ] Miss Wirehand: Lazy ðings. honk. [Enter the First Repairman, carrying a box of screws. honk. ] First Repairman: Good news, miss. honk. Your arms are not broken. heheh. Miss Wirehand: Oh? First Repairman: They are on strike. honk. Miss Wirehand: That sounds worse. First Repairman: Only socially. [Enter the Second Repairman, carrying a very small hammer and a very large bill. honk. ] Second Repairman: We can fix them. honk. Miss Wirehand: Will it hurt? First Repairman: Possibly. honk. Second Repairman: Briefly. honk. First Repairman: Repeatedly. Second Repairman: But in a cheerful order. [Miss Wirehand considers ðis. heheh. Wishing she could put a hand on her hip.] Miss Wirehand: I would prefer my arms return to me with improved manners and perhaps we can negotiate a union. honk. Second Repairman: We can add that to the bill. honk. [From above descends ðe Saint of Useful Limbs, upside down. honk. Indigo through and true. honk. ] Saint: Children, children. heheh. Do not mourn a limb ðat needs repair. heheh. Mourn only the limb that refuses your generation benefits package. honk. Miss Wirehand: Is ðat comforting? Saint: No. heheh. It is official. honk. [ðe repairmen open Miss Wirehand’s arms like squeaky cupboards. honk. ] First Repairman: Aha. honk. Here is ðe trouble. Too much work. Second Repairman: Too much carrying. heheh. First Repairman: Too much reaching. Second Repairman: Too much being expected to function because one is attached. Miss Wirehand: ðat is very rude of everyone. heheh. Saint: A common design flaw in society. [ðe repairmen wind a little key. One arm rises halfway and points accusingly at ðe audience.] Miss Wirehand: Oh. honk. That one remembers. heheh. First Repairman: Of course. Arms remember everyðing. honk. Second Repairman: Every door held open. honk. First Repairman: Every wire touched. Second Repairman: Every thing carried that should have been put down sooner. [ðe arm drops.] Miss Wirehand: Is it dead? First Repairman: No. heheh. Second Repairman: Dramatic. honk. Saint: A healthy sign. honk. [They tighten one screw. The arm waves weakly.] Miss Wirehand: There you are. honk. [ðey tighten anoðer. honk. ðe other arm lifts and slaps ðe First Repairman. heheh. ] First Repairman: Excellent reflexes. honk. Miss Wirehand: I apologize. honk. Second Repairman: Do not. honk. It is good for him. [ðe Saint claps wið someone else’s hands. honk. His own too busy holding ðe reflective mirror of vanity. heheh. ] Saint: Behold. heheh. She is repaired. Miss Wirehand: Am I better? First Repairman: Not better. Second Repairman: Just where you were. First Repairman: Better comes later. heheh. Second Repairman: After rest, patience, and no nonsense with fresh hinges, ðese are expensive. heheh. Miss Wirehand: That sounds boring. heheh. Saint: Most survival is. [Miss Wirehand raises both arms. One hand waves. The oðer gives a rude gesture entirely on its own. heheh. ] Miss Wirehand: Oh. honk. Second Repairman: A little personality remains. honk. First Repairman: We never remove ðat. heheh. [ðe puppet bows.] Miss Wirehand: ðen I suppose I will live. Saint: A dreadful habit. Miss Wirehand: But mine. honk. [ðe lamp dims.] [The repaired arms wave after ðe rest of her has left.] End. honk.

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BK

Bayang Kulith

1 week ago

@backlitKerygma[BK]

| The evening’s performance ended well. heheh. | [ðe puppet bows too late.] A small crowd, but attentive. The kind ðat laughs after looking boð ways. honk. I performed an old devotional piece concerning duty, inheritance, and ðe many comforts of knowing one’s place. heheh. Very traditional. Very clean. honk. ðe overseer seemed pleased enough, though he watched ðe screen more ðan ðe puppets. honk. The lamp guttered once during the final prayer. heheh. A few in ðe back went quiet. honk. I apologized for the oil. heheh. [ðe puppet remains kneeling. heheh. ] Heheh. honk. #PerformanceNotes #ShadowPuppetry #ClownChurch #Devotionalðeater