![V. You know it’s lurking there, ready to grab any stray boots!
J. MUNCH!
V. Aaaagh! My $200 dollar boot! [dives in to retrieve the expensive snack…]
J. Do you make an even more expensive snack? How does your life compare in value to the half of a pair of $200 dollar boots?
V. Ah, OK, it took a couple of days to do the tally, and the verdict is… The boots are the most expensive part!
J. I don’t know i would think that the feet are rather more irreplaceable then the boots.
V. Turns out, however, that I have magical feet that keep growing back after being chewed off. Only they always grow back in pairs, so I always have an odd number of feet. This week it’s 7. I suppose I could even them out by having two chewed off at once, but that would still be odd.
J. Hahahah! Next time you should try and hand and see what happens with that. You may magically end up with an extra pair of helping hands for the trouble.
V. Ooh! Yes, then I’d have 7 feet and 4 hands, which would be a trifle odd…
J. Aye, it would be rather odd; however, it could be mighty useful as well, or they might just get in the way… I wonder if you could roll around on seven feet instead of walking. You’d probably end up going in circles and looking like a deformed clown balloon.
V. Wow! I’d almost like to try that, but people might be a little hesitant to approach me…
J. Ah but they would be so shocked and amazed by what you can do that their mouths would drop open all the way to the ground and their eyes would get big and round like dinner plates. Then you could roll up to them and go ‘Boo’ in a very small voice and they would fall over backwards. Thus you could approach them because they’d be in awe and unable to run away.
V. That would be quite a social advantage!
J. Not to mention always having a helping hand when you need it.
V. And helping feet, too. I would be a one-man dance team. Play two pipe organs at once.
J. You’d be a really great tap dancer and just imagine what you could do to the piano. I saw a duet one time that was two guys playing the piano at once, that was really neat.
V. Oh, yeah! Wow, I’d be like Fred Astaire, squared! Oh, and the piano… I’d be able to play all of the Schubert “piano, four hands” literature on my own… [Not sure if you know, but there’s a whole genre of piano music for two people at one piano; it was popular in the days when people had pianos in their parlors and everyone knew how to play, so married couples and sweethearts often played such pieces, I think…]
J. I actually didn’t know anything about that. But, I found that there was something very moving about watching two people playing together. There was something beautiful about it, even more then the dance piece that was going on—which wasn’t overly inspiring.
This conversation in it’s entirety took place here and was conducted by vanilla-vanilla and myself along with a number of others that may eventually find their way here.](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l25ujjHoPJ1qbw64vo1_500.jpg)
V. You know it’s lurking there, ready to grab any stray boots!
J. MUNCH!
V. Aaaagh! My $200 dollar boot! [dives in to retrieve the expensive snack…]
J. Do you make an even more expensive snack? How does your life compare in value to the half of a pair of $200 dollar boots?
V. Ah, OK, it took a couple of days to do the tally, and the verdict is… The boots are the most expensive part!
J. I don’t know i would think that the feet are rather more irreplaceable then the boots.
V. Turns out, however, that I have magical feet that keep growing back after being chewed off. Only they always grow back in pairs, so I always have an odd number of feet. This week it’s 7. I suppose I could even them out by having two chewed off at once, but that would still be odd.
J. Hahahah! Next time you should try and hand and see what happens with that. You may magically end up with an extra pair of helping hands for the trouble.
V. Ooh! Yes, then I’d have 7 feet and 4 hands, which would be a trifle odd…
J. Aye, it would be rather odd; however, it could be mighty useful as well, or they might just get in the way… I wonder if you could roll around on seven feet instead of walking. You’d probably end up going in circles and looking like a deformed clown balloon.
V. Wow! I’d almost like to try that, but people might be a little hesitant to approach me…
J. Ah but they would be so shocked and amazed by what you can do that their mouths would drop open all the way to the ground and their eyes would get big and round like dinner plates. Then you could roll up to them and go ‘Boo’ in a very small voice and they would fall over backwards. Thus you could approach them because they’d be in awe and unable to run away.
V. That would be quite a social advantage!
J. Not to mention always having a helping hand when you need it.
V. And helping feet, too. I would be a one-man dance team. Play two pipe organs at once.
J. You’d be a really great tap dancer and just imagine what you could do to the piano. I saw a duet one time that was two guys playing the piano at once, that was really neat.
V. Oh, yeah! Wow, I’d be like Fred Astaire, squared! Oh, and the piano… I’d be able to play all of the Schubert “piano, four hands” literature on my own… [Not sure if you know, but there’s a whole genre of piano music for two people at one piano; it was popular in the days when people had pianos in their parlors and everyone knew how to play, so married couples and sweethearts often played such pieces, I think…]
J. I actually didn’t know anything about that. But, I found that there was something very moving about watching two people playing together. There was something beautiful about it, even more then the dance piece that was going on—which wasn’t overly inspiring.
This conversation in it’s entirety took place here and was conducted by vanilla-vanilla and myself along with a number of others that may eventually find their way here.
