Summer Stratton performing "Cocooning into Platypus" from the play "Dog Sees God: Confessions of a Teenage Blockhead", written by Bert V. Royal, at the July, 2, 2011 PondWater Society event.
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Metamorphosis. Transformation. Evolution. Change. Evolution. Changing evolution. I am a teenage caterpillar. I know of these things. For soon, I'll spin a cocoon. And from the silklike craft that I will create, a magnificent creature will emerge. No. Not a butterfly. For butterflies are a dime a dozen. Destined to flit about for a day or so, then drop dead. Or to have its wings ripped off by a demented child. Or to have it's body pinned to piece of cheap foam core and matted underneath a cheap frame and hung in the bathroom of an elderly woman who reeks of Preparation-H and Vick's VapoRub. (Beat.) This will not be my fate. This CANNOT be my fate. I will become a platypus. It's not impossible. It's s just never been done before. It's only a matter of time, you see. If I stay in my cocoon longer, I'll change from a butterfly to a swallow and then from a swallow to a duck and then from a duck to a platypus. It's all just a matter of time. And time I have. I will wait to become a platypus. I will be an extraordinary creature.
haha!
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