My burgeoning movie career

So on Sunday night, I’m trying to climb on Belle and all I see on the television is this annoying guy who resembles former prime minister Brian Mulroney talking to all these people in fancy outfits. He is even more annoying than Seamus O’Regan. Papa informed me it was the Academy Awards and they were lining up to see who would win an Oscar. The only Oscar I know of is Oscar the Grouch and I didn’t think they would let him in with his garbage can while all the other people were wearing gowns that would cost about as much as our house.
Papa tried to explain who was up for these motion picture awards and particularly the movie of the year. He told me about this “Brokeback Mountain” flick. Although he would not delve too deep into the plot line, he informed me it was a charming tale of two cowboys who came out of the closet and he opined that the social significance of the story was the driving force behind its fame. When I interrogated him for more details, he brushed me off, saying I’d understand more in the future.

Left to my own devices, I started thinking about my life story and the social significance of my directional history with household storage areas. For instance, I’m now writing a movie script where the heroine (a.k.a. me) lays in a drawer. I know, the suspense is gripping me already. In this heart-warming tale, I will climb into the drawer and make fishy faces at maman and papa. This will be a big-budget blockbuster.

Once the hype dies down on that saga, I will switch gears and showcase a tear-jerking tale of a young girl (a.k.a. me) who climbs into a cupboard to escape her torturous life of truncated naps, dogs that eat her toys and cats sleep on her bed. The social significance of closets will soon be so passé once I bring drawer sitting and cupboard cruising.