A pole lot of talk
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A moment of creativity caught me. It's a little crazy, but read on. Hope you like it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
LUCY
Aslan is it really you?
ASLAN
Yes my child, I may be gone from Narnia physically but my spirit and likeness still live on in this pole on the Eastborne pier. Though I must say, blue has never been my colour, I'm more of a gold lion myself. Anyway, as I was saying, I'm still here in spirit, but child, you are all growing up. The time will soon come when being 60 years old means you will no longer be able to enter the kingdom of Narnia. Use the time you have to make things right in the land.
LUCY
(Whining) But Aslan, what do we do when the White Witch comes and frosts our windows up and turns our cat to stone? We won't be able to manage. And then there's the fact that Edmund still can't resist her charms, I wish they'd just get married and be done with it. And Susan's like so much prettier than me, and Peter, um Peter, um... (silence: crickets chirp, an owl hoots). My friend hoof feet tells me that I'm very often beautiful and clever, but I still cant't forgive him for selling me out to the White Witch. It's just too much, oh Aslan, what am I to do? I wish this wasn't happening to me!"
ASLAN
And so do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us. take courage in my infinite wisdom and wise advice Lucy.
LUCY
Hey, I've heard that before...I don't think that's yours...
ASLAN
(gives an indignant purr) to suggest I stole those words from Gandalf Grey Beard is absurd. Anyway, go my child, Narnia needs you, you need Narnia.... (softly)... and god I need a holiday.
LUCY
Huh?
[But it's too late, ASLAN's shimmering visage shrinks and loses vibrance. What's left is a dull blue likeness froze on the pole.]
LUCY
Well, I guess it's back to the wardrobe then. But how I do hate it, smelly mothballs and old things....
[LUCY continues to mumble as she turns her back on the pole and walks slowly back down the pier. Just as she turns the ASLAN visage sparks to life ever so briefly, rolls his eyes, then resumes a stony exterior once more.]
...
Hope you liked my parody, it sort of popped into my head when I first saw this pole. Sorry to any Narnia or LOTR fans, but I know I can do this because most of the time I take these stories so seriously myself. Not surprising then that I know there's a LOTR museum in Germany...
Aslan is it really you?
ASLAN
Yes my child, I may be gone from Narnia physically but my spirit and likeness still live on in this pole on the Eastborne pier. Though I must say, blue has never been my colour, I'm more of a gold lion myself. Anyway, as I was saying, I'm still here in spirit, but child, you are all growing up. The time will soon come when being 60 years old means you will no longer be able to enter the kingdom of Narnia. Use the time you have to make things right in the land.
LUCY
(Whining) But Aslan, what do we do when the White Witch comes and frosts our windows up and turns our cat to stone? We won't be able to manage. And then there's the fact that Edmund still can't resist her charms, I wish they'd just get married and be done with it. And Susan's like so much prettier than me, and Peter, um Peter, um... (silence: crickets chirp, an owl hoots). My friend hoof feet tells me that I'm very often beautiful and clever, but I still cant't forgive him for selling me out to the White Witch. It's just too much, oh Aslan, what am I to do? I wish this wasn't happening to me!"
ASLAN
And so do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us. take courage in my infinite wisdom and wise advice Lucy.
LUCY
Hey, I've heard that before...I don't think that's yours...
ASLAN
(gives an indignant purr) to suggest I stole those words from Gandalf Grey Beard is absurd. Anyway, go my child, Narnia needs you, you need Narnia.... (softly)... and god I need a holiday.
LUCY
Huh?
[But it's too late, ASLAN's shimmering visage shrinks and loses vibrance. What's left is a dull blue likeness froze on the pole.]
LUCY
Well, I guess it's back to the wardrobe then. But how I do hate it, smelly mothballs and old things....
[LUCY continues to mumble as she turns her back on the pole and walks slowly back down the pier. Just as she turns the ASLAN visage sparks to life ever so briefly, rolls his eyes, then resumes a stony exterior once more.]
...
Hope you liked my parody, it sort of popped into my head when I first saw this pole. Sorry to any Narnia or LOTR fans, but I know I can do this because most of the time I take these stories so seriously myself. Not surprising then that I know there's a LOTR museum in Germany...
Finally, the more I look at the picture now, the more I am convinced that the sculpture is in fact not a lion, but maybe a cheetah or leopard. The thing is, the nose looks really lion-ish to me, and that tuft of hair at the top looks to be a mane, what do you think?
1 comments:
Are you on drugs love dad (magic mushrooms?)
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