You may recall that lately the woozles and their friends have been trying their hand at amateur theatre. Several weeks ago we held try-outs. Some critters were real hams (and we don’t just mean the piglets). Drama is definitely their forte. The woozles, of course, prefer dinner theatre. Or dinner anytime anywhere actually. Shyer creatures prefer to work backstage on costumes or scenery or lighting. Everyone pitches in.
The top of everyone’s list was musical theatre. So the pooties, who excel at singing (and also at winding up the pooches), have offered a challenge to the woozles. No, it’s not a singing contest, although it takes the form of the song that we have prepared for your evening’s entertainment: Why Can’t You Behave?
Of course, woozles think they do behave. And it is also very unfair that pooties are not actually expected to behave, at least not in the traditional sense. Dogs are expected to obey commands and mind their manners around people food. Cats owners beg their pooties to simply to stay off the kitchen counters, at least when food is being prepared, and to not rip the curtains or the upholstery to shreds. Of course, woozles are asked to obey these same modest expectations but somehow when the pooties claw the easy chair, the peeps just grumble and sigh but when the woozles shred the sofa pillows recriminations reign.
But we digress. Because tonight is about the singing. OK — to be fair it’s really about woozle shaming, because woozle just can’t help themselves but they are always always always really sorry afterwards.
As tonight’s performers stretch their throats and prepare to amaze, we pause for a brief word from our sponsor and the rulz: