Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for May 14, 2017

“I’m awake!” he blurted sheepishly.

We would also have accepted “Froofie Pants Dance”, “Shoddily Shod Shad” or “Braising Sartres”.

Rouse us? B-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a!

Leading us on with that comment about “mutton-headed masses” really got our Judas goat.

Roll with it….Life at the Hollywood Improv…Where anything goes…

Will you still dance with me? I have my frilly shirt, but the pants are at the millenary being stone washed in the sands of time.

I like their big furry muffs.

Mrs. Portendorfer is rather portly. Perhaps she’s eaten too much mutton.

If I cut you off, chances are, you handed me the scissors..

Bunnies Mosh.

One man’s civilization

is another man’s jungle, yeah

They say revolution’s in the air

I’m dancing in my underwear

‘cause I don’t care

Storm the castle! Pitchforks and torches at the ready!

It’s never improv for Mrs. Portendorfer. She knows what’s next for the whole village.

You will find that what is nonsensical in intent is often supersensical in effect.

You cannot leave reality. By ignoring the immediate and obvious, you touch upon things at a greater remove, allowing expansion of awareness beyond the bounds of immediate self.

Poor Emiline! I can understand her Stage Fright. But she must realize, that here in Froglandia, Mrs. Portendorfer’s advice is not merely valid; it is also efficacious! “Frilly pants dance” indeed! Why, the Safety Dance popularized by Men Without Hats (WARNING: here, http://tinyurl.com/p6vq6n4 if you dare!) was another of her recommendations. All the way back to the 14th century Dance of Death and still farther back to Greek bacchanalia (forbidden to men!) her bloodline has made straight the way of the Frog and the wayward maid.

But I digress, gentle Emiline….

Hey, did anyone notice that Teresa’s subscriber numbers have climbed a bit? Oops. Maybe mentioning her uptick will jinx things.