Critter Club 2023, April 11

Apr 16, 2023

Frankie’s saw-toothed monster tree-chewing castle scene with atmospherics.

First Mea Culpa. And then, in addition, OMG. And then also, because why not, WTF!?!

I must apologize.

I have been doing critter club for three years at Roland Park, and never has there been so much full-tilt hand waving, screeching, jabbering, tumult, partial nudity (everyone, PLEASE keep your shirts fully on!), threats (from me: No cookies unless there is a quiet line!) and confusion as last Tuesday, April 11.

It is my fault, and I am working to make critter club much smoother and better.

First, some thanks:
Ms. Mozoki thank you for bringing up the kindergarteners, it is truly intimidating for diminutive-k-people to walk up to the second floor, seeing as how it is infested by terrifying snorting loud creatures such as third and fourth graders and worse.

Ms. Hendrickson, thank you for the last-minute use of your classroom. I hope we didn’t destroy it utterly, leaving a tumble-weed choked wasteland in our wake.

Thank you most of all to Arushi, mom of Neev, who - sensing chaos and imminent epic disaster - said sweetly, “How about if I hang around and help?” YES! YESx10! Thank you!

What happened on Tuesday?

Frankly, what didn’t happen?

The younger Finn gave us an innocent village beset by a cyclops demon head.

V (“I like V. I’m V.”) had a fire-breathing pink worm thing attack the gold castle. The village was spared.

2nd grade Finn is getting VERY serious about his 3d forms.

Ophelia wanted me to note that she is the only one to think of adding an angry sun.

Rex felt the castle needed a prison-like main tower and that it should be attacked by electricity.

Surprising no one, Lawrence produced the most detailed castle and irritated dragon, who, btw, was also weeping blood.

Charlotte contributed the most cheerful landscape of wholesale despair, with the forest on fire and a very fetching spotted beast.

Frida’s landscape of calamity - shown here on its side - displays a castle being assaulted by another cyclops (there were many)

“Amalia, Why does the yellow village have a fox?” **“That’s not a fox! And why don’t you say something about the bloody claw?”** “My my, what a vicious, bloody claw!” **“That’s right! And there aren’t any foxes!”** “Gotcha.”

Clara offered a lava-drooling snail dragon and an eyelashed fire-breathing horse pastoral.

Join us next week for what (I hope) will be a more gently run, less-drama club.

We will be doing the favorite project from last year, fold outs, much like these, so I don’t know if drama can be totally avoided:

Thanks,
- sean