“Be a dear,” the Drama Teacher said, “and put together something Shakespearean for the Squirrels.”

“What kind of something?”

“Oh, something…”

“Shakespeare chunks within some sort of framing device?”

“That’s my girl!”

And because the Drama Teacher taught me back in the day, and I love her dearly, I said yes, and I’d do it, only please don’t be in haste. This happened more than a month ago but, lacking the sense God gave a duckling, I let time pass, and pass, and pass… Continue reading →