to another epawsode of Bacon’s SHOW&TELL
This time Bacon asked for:
ONE thing that you had growing up that impressed your life all of these years that you still think about it? Something that maybe perhaps you still have somewhere put away in your home? Something that when you look back at and think of the times you had with this ONE thing that it makes you smile so wide and your heart just glows?
I have such a thing. It’s a devil in a bottle.
Well, well, well, yoooo, that’s clichè and bold that eggs-actly I have a devil in a bottle, I know I know…
Butt this is a special devil and it is there since many many moons. Since the mama was sent to kindergarten, because her mother rather would work in a coalmine 24 hrs per day than to be together with that hellion-mama. The kindergarten was a special one OH YEAH! for special kids and there they tried to nurture the talents of the inmates to create a special kind of clever clogs. They had music groups, craft groups and all such stuff, butt sadly no criminal group so the mama had to commute from one group to another. The kindergarten was a pilot-project and maybe therefore they had flying things (rocket,airplane&bumble bee) instead of grades and the mama was very well beehived there. Her drawing of an onelegged policeman (onelegged because of acute slackness of the artist ) was legendary and instead to get complaints and the advice that humans have two legs, the kindergarten staff in that special kindergarten called the mamas concoction “innovative and avant garde” and they praised her and sang from the treetops till even the most humble and simple inmate there believed to be the center of the universe and the creator of the big bang. And woe betide those who came to a common school after this special kindergarten where a rude pecking order is law…. butt that’s another story for another Blast From The Past post…
Oh man… seems I ran off the track…where were we? uuuuh yes, the devil in a bottle…
So, the kindergarten hat an outing in a small lodge in the mountains efurry year before the oldest kids left the kindergarten to go to school. And while in that lodge in the mountains, they visited a glassblower. There efurry kid could try to create something and the devil was the thing my momma created with a
lot little help from the glass-guy and with her own…. naaah not with her paws, butt with her mouth…. the word handblown is absurd, no one can blow with his hand…. just saying… butt nevertheless , because of the fact that mostly swear words left the mouth of the mama it was the logical consequence that the mouth of the mama blew a devil… let’s say in was the swear word in glass what she created that day… hey, what else, huh?
The devil is the evidence or the DEVILdence? of a physical law of pressure and depression and it still works. We only changed the bottle from time to time.
And because this is the ONLY thing the mama created what works like planned, the devil in a bottle is precious and special for her. And when she looks at the devil in that bottle she is 6 years old again… 6 years and a GENIUS, ready to change the whole world. Oh YES!
Whatever… if it makes her happy I’m fine with that thing. Butt maybe she should work more with her mouth than with her paws, seems that’s the more talented part of her…. even when my dad says HEAVEN FORBID!
HAVE A FUNNY FURRYDAY ALL