I was walking to work yesterday and there was a dad walking his two girls to school and one of them, probably about six years old, was r-r-r-r-rufffing like one of those yippety yappety miniature dog-things. She kept doing it: r-r-r-r-ruffing for a few steps, a few steps silent (she'd twirl, or hop, in the between times) and then do the whole thing again. I don't think she had any idea how good an imitation she was doing, and that was a lot of the charm of it. She didn't expect applause, or praise. This was done for the joy of it — twirling and hopping and barking. Of course, I was enjoying it all terr-r-r-r-uff-ically. In the fog.
And then this, played at work today:
But not to be outdone by this:
Hmm.
A barking child,
a goat yelling like a man,
a kitten mewing like a goat.
Really, now, it doesn't get much better than this.
and then there's edward albee's "The Goat, or Who is Sylvia"....
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