Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Alas, Poor Yorick..

Ohhh, heck yes. This is what my sparkly, goat loving, accordion playing, beautiful, unicorn club bosom friend got me for Christmas. It is...it IS a taxaderm-ied mouse Hamlet! Holy cow. Thank you, Carra!
Today I began making him a stage (All the world's a stage). And here he is..making his speech...

"Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio:a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy:he hath borne me on his back a thousand times:and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rims at it. Here hung those lips I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?"

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