The Strange Puppets ; a little storie fantastic, come out of my imaginary. Good reading!

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I drop a last look at my work tools for storage in the large box that I bring to each of my performances. I am always puppeteer. I don’t remember a day where I have not exercised this wonderful profession, it that I like both. I work by contract, and today (rather tonight), I am going to complete a more. It is a good cause, I must confess: I will play a small assembly of young patients. Alone, this idea makes me euphoric. Finally I could illuminate life, keeps only a little, young children who simply want it. I leave my house my trunk by hand, then I me installs in the seat in my car. Before leaving, I look at one last time the coordinated that gave me my client. Course of the road that I must take, I start with a smile to the lips.

I me behind my small theatre and opens my trunk to puppets. I’m a little nervous: I have not yet had the chance to see my public. It is rather strange indeed… I puts on my two puppets, then taking a deep breath, I am falling red curtains. This action should lead to the applause of the spectators, but this is not the case. Not the slightest sound. Several issues appear soon in my head, to challenges, seek answers. Because I am behind the theatre, this completely hide my public: I do not see and I hear no more. Despite this, I have the impression that the room is empty! The lesser neither movement nor creaking of chairs, normally characteristic of my performances. Even if the fear of being alone in the middle of a corner in lost, suddenly took me by the neck, hugging oddly very hard, I keep my calm. I try to. I again take a deep breath and began a small comic dialogue between my two puppets. I should have heard laughter, but not… I was getting up when the fabric of my puppet seems to shrink. This must surely be due to the humidity of the room. But I felt yet, less than a few minutes, very well in these. I shake hands for out me: this does not change. I get up a good, starting to panic. I look at my hands (rather my puppets) and the time that a brief moment, I think I see one of the dolls that slightly moving the head.

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