JENNY: Then the twigs rolled away and, well, out came Eeyore.
JENNET: Oh, Eeyore.
JENNY: Who upset the hell out of me.
JENNET: That's it about him, and those cheeks of eggplant hue. So he got to you as well—
JENNY: Look here, sister: this is real fur. Zero percent polyester!
JENNET: And, shrugged off your advances.
JENNY: Without even taking a step back.
JENNET: The droop of his shoulders, the arch of his spine . . .
JENNY: Oh, Eeyore!
JENNY & JENNET: "from the regions which/ Are Holy-Land!"
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I absolutely love this, and I can't begin to say how or why. Whimsical, absurdist, yet at the same time, exactly as it should be in such a discussion.
Love 'whimsical', thanks! Wish it were possible to be whimsical all the time. Still, we have been taught (quite ably) to 'dwell in possibility'
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