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ME 'N' CAT AGAIN...Part 37. “Look” I says, in a slow intelligence… “Freddy has a bunch of cards in his hands, with numbers and shapes on them. And he goes into the audience and asks people to pick out any card, any card with a number or shape on it…Have you got that?” Here, I give a little wait, seeing the shutters go up and their eyes start to come alive with me reasoning, till I reasons they have got the idea so far. “Now…” I continues “Freddy looks at the number or shape on the chosen card and whispers, what the number or shape is, into his ring what has the microphone in it, so Cat and Cecil, who is onstage up the front, hear Freddy’s whisper through their collar speakers. Then, Cat can point to the numbers, all hung up so the audience can see them, while Cecil points to the shapes.” I can see that me ‘Slow-Speaking’ has a ‘Slow-Dawning’ effect, as if the sun comes up on the day and they all begin to nod their heads, like daisies as have woke up to the day and are nodding in the breeze. “So what do I do?” pipes up the ‘Mad-’. “You are on the stage, right up the front and helping Cat and Cecil pick out the numbers and shapes, because you will be wearing a pretty, sparkly, necklace…Which has the speakers in, so you can hear what Freddy whispers.” Well, the ‘Mad-’s eyes light up in a sort of jubilation and she is all pleased at the idea of her taking the lead. “You don’t think.” I say to her… “That Cat and Cecil understand what Freddy is saying, do you? Of course they don’t, but you have to train them with certain words, so they lift a paw and then you shout out the number, quick-like, so everyone thinks its Cat or Cecil who has chosen. Now, off you and Freddy go, down to the shed, so Freddy can make you a necklace. Take Cat and Cecil with you, so you can start training them.” Gloria Pickles and me watch them run down to the shed, to enter and see the door shut behind them. It’s then, when all’s quiet… I picks up a cold dumpling, what’s left, and pops it into me mouth and reach over to give Gloria Pickles a kiss. I understands now that my nose is over to one side as I chews the dumpling and when I pass it to her, her nose goes the other way, so we can kiss in comfort, like kissing with ‘Comfort-Food’! “You’ll have to make a big pile of dumplings.” I tell Gloria Pickles and she nods her head, swallowing the rest of the dumpling before going out to the kitchen and reaching for the suet. Meanwhile, me mind is on planning things, thinking about posters and having Freddy and the ‘Mad-’ Shirley freckles’ putting the word round, about the ‘Mind-reading’ act. So, here’s me, all set to go, with all that’s left is to find a place big enough to hold the show. Obvious, aint it… My place aint big enough, nor is Gloria Pickles house, seeing it’s the same size as mine, so I spends a couple of days in phoning round, to hire a hall. It seems the cost of hiring a hall will just about cover the money we’ll make from those who is coming through the door. It’s always the same, when I has a need of advice, so, with coat on and hat on me head, I wanders me way up to the end of the street, to where Teddy Bolster has got his Hot-stall. “Teddy.” I say to him… “I have a question for you.” Well Teddy is all ears to me service and lends his time, listening to me quandary as I explain what holds me back from me engagement to Gloria Pickles. Teddy Bolster is a man with considerable mentality, as you know and so, with a weight of pondering, he gives strength to his advice by proposing I would have to do him a service as payment for his good advice. Of course, I aint slow in me agreement to this idea and wait as Teddy gives direction. “Here’s what to do.” says Teddy. “You hop up to Homestead Street, to where the Reverend Harrow has his little house and you begs to have a lend of the Church Hall. You explains to him that you are performing a ‘Civic Duty’, on top of which, he will have a captive audience so, after the show, he can hold a service and ‘Pass the Hat round’… That should get his Christian juices flowing.” Well, you can’t ask for no better information than that, can you? That’s why I keep on a tight string with Teddy Bolster, seeing as he’s me best ‘Mate’. It’s with this timely advice that I listen as he explains what part of the bargain he wants and I quickly agree, considering it will liven the stage up! The Rev. Harrow is a small man with small dark eyes that dart and dare like a lively sparrow and he listens to me with his head cocked to one side, as if he’s just seen an early worm. At first, when I gives notice of me intention, to borrow the Church Hall for me enterprise, the Rev. Harrow is most apologetic but sorry in all sincerity, that what I intend to do, to give a ‘Magic’ show, is like ‘Un-Religious’, that it is fooling the minds of the common folk. But, when I goes on to explain the joy it will bring to a depressed area and the fruits of me labours, the profit the Church will gain, when the ‘Poor Box’ is passed round, the Rev. Harrow is starting to cave in on his resolution and begins to make more conciliatory ‘Chirruping’ noises. |
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you're entering into Mad-Child's world now... remember, you'll just be visiting! stand guard or you'll be lost forever / and then, no more dumplin' kissing. will dumplings be served at this gathering?
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