You will, of course, recall Scott’s mom’s poopcake that I entered in the Belgian Waffle Internet Village Fete. Despite being roundly scolded for subcontracting, I stand by said poopcake.
Scott himself, on being encouraged to enter, decided against construction (passing completely over my recently unpacked drawer full of office supplies) and instead dove straight into the finger puppets, which I admit are both plentiful and tempting.
His ensuing tableau is titled “Caveman Clubs Cows to Death Whilst Frida Looks On.”
Although subsequent tableaux “Flying Contest” and “Siamese Virgina Woolf Twins Visit the Wizard” were also both good, we feel a particular fondness for the cows.
Very sorry about the cows. Perhaps they will come back as bears and do something about the cave people running amok.