Of Tumbles, Theatre, and Tarzan.

The other day my mommies took me to the park, so that I could get some fresh air. On the way, I got kind of tired, so Mama Emy gave me a piggy back ride!!!

Sort of.

Close enough for me!

 

 

 

Then I rolled down a hill!! It was awesome.

 

          There was lots of grass on the hill. It tickled my nose. While rolling down the green expanse, I thought how complex of a system the hill really was. All those individual blades of grass, growing and dying and being squashed by rolling people and Labbits alike, work to create such a majestic aspect of nature. It's funny how we don't even think about the single blades of grass, only the whole lawn. However, without the individual blades, the lawn does not exist. Kind of like how society does not exist as a whole, but as a collective of individuals. Or how my mustache is just a collection of luscious hairs sprouting to create a fantastical work of art upon my debonair face.

 

But mostly, it tickled my nose.

 

        I'm glad I got to roll down that hill while I had the chance, cause I'm leaving for college soon. Like, really soon. Up in that concrete prison of academia, I shan't know such carefree liberties as rolling down hills on a moment's whim. Oh, that's right. I'm not going to class. I can do whatever the heck I want, suckas! Mwahahahahahaha!!!! - ahem. But of course, I'm not trying to rub this in my moms' faces. Not at all.

 

        After we passed the hill, Mama Emy and Mama Carri and I came across this little stage in the middle of the park! I couldn't resist. I had been looking for an opportunity to perform my favorite selection from Don Giovanni ever since I taught myself to play it on the electric harp. My moms protested, but they don't understand the passionate love for the theatre that I hold deep in my heart. I had to sing! And sing I did.

 

 

 

If you listen closely, you can still hear the echoes of the thunderous applause I received that day.

 

My mommies are really good at clapping. It's an art form.

 

Here's the song I sang. I know it's not as good as my performance, but this guy wasn't trained by me.

 

 

I mean, he's pretty good, don't get me wrong. He just doesn't have my range.

 

        After the hours of strenuous bowing, Mama Emy and Mama Carri pushed the crowds aside so that we could make our way to the playground. Some punks were all up on my swings. Mama Carri had to hold me back, so I didn't get the chance to give those kids the ol' one-two. Instead I found this thing!

 

 

 

I felt like Tarzan! Only much more fabulous. Seriously, what is up with that animal print? So last decade. And he doesn't even have a mustache, so he's barely a man. Let alone a Labbit.

 

Little did I know that this fateful ride would change my life forever.