6/20/2023 0 Comments The bat poet![]() Lego pirates and space men are appropriately gruff and swashbuckling. Pinky Pie (purple kitty with pink nose) is high pitched and squeaky. Mappy the Hamster doesn’t have a mouth – he sort of mumbles. When it’s play time (and it’s always play time) and we pull out the fuzzy animals, plastic figures, Lego men, Saul commands, “You talk Blue, and I’ll talk all of these.”īecause they all have voices. Voice? Voice, you say? How did a little stuffed plush critter come by a voice? Well, from his conception Blue Rat has been designated as my ward. Most likely, however, it’s because of Blue Rat’s voice: gravelly, colloquial, with a distinct Bronx accent. Could be because Blue is three times the size of the life-like field mouse finger puppet that drives the school bus and doesn’t talk much. Nowadays, though, when I walk in the kitchen door and Saul careens from across the room, he grabs my hand and says, “Get Blue Rat! Get Blue Rat!” Just how has the little creature transformed? Perhaps it’s the prehensile tail (it has wire in it so it can curl and grab things, like little boys’ ears), or the big googly Muppet eyes. ![]() ![]() ![]() He began life as Blue Mouse, and how apt: pointy nose, bristly whiskers, cupped ears, and of course he’s the color of September sky. ![]()
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