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Kratt brothers. Explained below.
I woke up today and proceeded to this chair, as I usually do (since I have nowhere to go and no one to see) and was soon disappointed. We were going to the zoo. I don't mind the idea of the zoo. Animals are nice. I don't mind our zoo. It is nice as well. We just go there too often, and I know that if we're going to the zoo it means I will have to eat a less-than-yummy sandwich at a dirty picnic table in the zoo. I was just a smidgeon excited, though, because we were going to see the Kratt brothers, of Zoboomafoo fame.
It started raining and we decided we were not going. I was happy, because I didn't want to bathe and dress and all. I put my headphones on, ready for the long haul. It stopped raining, and it was back on. I lessened my indecency and we went. On the way it started raining, but we trudged onward, listening to The White Stripes (3L3PHANT, not their new album). I hurt my head with a vigorous dance.
The weather today was horrible. Truly dreadful. The temperature was about eight, which is tolerable, but the humidity was probably 230% from all the rain, and everything was muddy. There is one road (I call it a road for lack of a better term, but it is just a paved pedestrian pathway within the park) that is very steep, maybe fourty degrees, where the sun beats down hard, and smells of fish because it's where all the bears are. Needless to say, we traversed that road twice each way, at least.
Five minutes to the Kratt brothers show and we were already all in very bad moods: mine from the weather and the being there, the rest from me. We came near one of the entrances and it was overflowing with people. There was not a chance of us getting anywhere near a decent vantage point. We went around to the other entrance, and were able to see, slightly. They started letting people in, and we stood in the back. I was somewhat happy there, but I didn't want to stand for very long. We were then told we could sit along the side aisle. There was a low-rising wall next to the steps, and I sat there and was happy. Not two minutes later, a guy that couldn't have been a lot older than myself, with a collared shirt and a walkie-talkie (signifying power) comes down and tells us and the handful of people near us that we are not permitted to sit on the steps. The adults among us shoot him down, explaining that "a man in a red shirt" told us we could. Emasculated, he leaves, but before he does, in a last-ditch display of power, he tells me not to sit on the wall "because it's dangerous." The naive fool that I am complies. For the rest of the (short, somewhat uninteresting) show, I stood, half-leaning against the wall, the sun staring straight at me, adding injury to insult.
But still, Kratt brothers. Awesome.