Hey again! Back with my choice for Mother's Day (coming up this weekend), "Amelia Bedelia's Family Album", and a quick note;
I'm not the one to spam out threads but I was really sad to see how early the last thread died :( It's very much part selfishness but also trying to figure out a good balance for the threads too, so forgive me that. How does only making two threads sound when we don't get to the second storytime? Otherwise we just keep the one as is and let it be.
The end! I appreciate the humoring of me trying to get the thread(s) going again, my intention isn't to spam or anything so thanks for reading! I'll do my damnedest to rope in the empty necrobumping too, and the hopper's open for short green ideas when I can as well :D >"Short greens? Sir I hardly think mowing the lawn would help your threads- sheep need to eat too!"
>"Mother’s Day in a week?! user I'm not due for three months!" Weird and highly niche, but the Beverly Martyn cameo line in Simon and Garfunkel's Fakin' It. There's no other voice that really fits her that I've heard so far other than that one.
Followup >Amelia Bedelia as a Revolutionary War reenactor >Day in and day out she teaches the people dubious and misinterpreted facts and information about the war, its history and how it was fought >Her favorite display, and the one attracting the most visitors, was always firing the cannon >Panting she had just fired off another blank with her crew, somehow, and invited tourists to watch >"First we worm the barrel," she said, "like so." >An intrepid little earthworm was promptly placed in the muzzle, on his way surely to scour the barrel of cinders and burning debris >"Next we sponge the barrel." >Dipping a kitchen sponge in a sooty bucket she ginger scrubbed the gun down, water hissing where it quenched a spark or two >"Then we load the charge." >Dropping a battery down the muzzle with a satisfying 'plonk' she invited an animal over >"Here's our ram, Rod, to seat the charge." >The ram conked his head on the barrel, satisfied with his work >"We then pick the charge," she said, swinging an ice pick into the touch hole (Amelia making sure it was, indeed, touched) >"And finally the slow fuse." >An assistant stepped, inches at a time, towards the gun, the fuse smoking ahead of him on its stick >After several minutes he tip toed his way close enough and dropped the match down >As if by magic a cloud of smoke and soot erupted from the barrel, the blast echoing through the park from another perfect demonstration >Smiling and waving she sent off the last group of spectators, happily retrieving the worm, unharmed, from the smoking gun