“Well, I don’t know exactly what I expected,” Eleanor began, as they walked out of the Thomas Theatre, and back into the courtyard of the Oregon Shakespeare Festival. “I guess I thought it would be preachier.”
“It’s still sorta preachy,” Dania contended. “In that it has a message.”
“If that’s your bar for ‘preachy,'” Gwen replied, with a motion back towards the theater, “then any play with a message could be described that way.”
“Well, that was sweet,” Dania said, as the initial credits began to appear on screen. “It ended sort of abruptly, but whatever.”
“I forgot how good it was!” Eleanor said. “I mean, I remembered that it was good, but it all comes back now…”
Eleanor curled up in a ball on the couch. Memories of being in elementary school and watching The Tigger Movie returned to her, and she – perhaps unfoundedly, but feelings are feelings – felt safe.
“So press enter.”
The screen flashed to reveal a lush green meadow, with a castle peeking out from one side. In the moat below, a pair of alligators gnashed their teeth. And in the middle of the screen, standing static, was a character: blue pants, red shirt, and bright yellow skin.
“So that’s you,” Eleanor said.
“I gathered.”
The Hanslick Girls 