This is Vivian talking/writing. I do apologize for interrupting Brandy’s enthralling narrative, but I’m afraid I must clarify and correct a few statements she’s made. That child has quite the vivid imagination. Where do you suppose she got it? (I would attach a smiley face here, but both Brandy and our editor have forbidden me the use of emoticons. Which is in itself worthy of a frowny face.) Contrary to what Brandy said/wrote, I did not take a tumble into the orchestra pit and get my right foot stuck in a tuba. How big does she think my feet are? I got my left foot stuck in the bell of a baritone. Furthermore, I did not send horses running across the stage—for heaven’s sake, how could they get up to speed? They just trotted across, and there were only two of them. (I couldn’t fit any more backstage.) Brandy was correct, however, in saying the horses caused something of a panic in the audience, and poor Mrs. Sneidecker (the mayor’s wife) fainted dead away. But His Honor’s better half had plenty of time to recover during our impromptu bonus intermission as we (shall we say) did a little tidying up of the stage before proceeding.
What do You think about Antiques Fruitcake (2014)?
