"Ladies and Gentleman, welcome to ..."
She'd already lost me, I was thinking. I would sit patiently, though. What else is a friend to do? But really, puppet shows, street performers, what is all this? Some sort of Victorian hipster trend?
"...I proudly present to you..."
I really didn't drink enough wine for this...
Focus, Mark, focus.
But I didn't have to because, just then, the moon rose. High above the rooftop, looking down to a small girl. She was staring right back up. Leela was awake, and it was Christmas morning...
And, in an instant, I was swept into the magical world of Leela's List: a charming narrative of a young girl learning to appreciate what was all around her. And that's the gift I received too.
Because when a puppeteer picks up a cup you see not a handle, but a nose. Not the arms of a jacket, but the slithering arms of an octopus. And that lampshade could be nothing but a shy jellyfish. The puppeteer disappears, only to work closely with your imagination to see what they see: a world full of characters. A world animated by our own creative minds.
Ladies and Gentleman, welcome to... Entangled Puppetry.