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We nicknamed her that cause sometimes she was awkward, sometimes graceful, but always very pretty-kind of like Bambi. Plus it rhymed. Anyway, her birthday was coming up and for it, for presents | mean, all she said she wanted was for her friends to come over and have fun. Isn’t that beautiful?! We all smiled and so this meant that we should do the work to organize the world’s biggest combo party. | was made captain and give out important jobs. You know! Like clean- up, decorating, food, refreshments, posters, music and games. Oh, yeah. | should you luckily Dawn Fawn’s mom had to sub at bridge in a Grand Prize tournament in the U.S of A. so her mom asked Old Mr. Dun- ford, our neighbour, to baby-sit us. Good thing she didn’t know what he was really like. He’s cool, Old Mr. Dunford. He has a naked tattoo on one arm and wood carving on the other. A true blue navy man alright. Also he’s friendly and takes his teeth out when- ever he says hello! Obviously, Dawn Fawn didn’t tell her mom about our plans but we knew that as long as we had T.V. and plenty of ginger beer for old Mr. Dun- ford he’d be happy and wouldn't tell on us. So, anyway, the party was only a week away and time to get busy. For decorations we found in the shed those bright plastic patio lights for camping, but we put them up inside! the house. That made us laugh. And balloons hanging upside down at different heights from the ceiling to fool you into thinking they were floating up into the sky, and coloured toilet paper twisted to be streamers, and long thin strips of tin foil from the rolls that each of our moms use for baking-tons of shiny glimmering snakes on the walls, the floor, every- where sneaking around the furniture, like they were alive or something. QBLE For food and refreshments we had a smorgasbord of dreams. Ruffles, Doritos, Fritos, Cheetos, Corn nuts, Rainbow pops, Mr. Frezzies (assorted), Rice Krispie Squares, Licorice Shoestrings, Black Cat gum, Rich Chocolate Nestle’s pidding (still runny) and powdered orange Tang, to dip your fingers in. Dawn Fawn’s dad worked for Beef Jerkey, so tons of that, also marshmallows, every colour. For pop, your choice of grape, orange, Tahiti Treat, cream soda, rootbeer or regular. For music. Oh! beautiful old stuff. Like fat black music. Fat mammas on piano, big, puffy guys,”cats” they use to call them, blowing horns so loud you could almost hear their faces explode. Also, that jungle guy who sings day-o, day-ay-ay-o. So incredible it makes you want to eat nothing but bananas for the rest of your life. Last, to play at the end, Old Mrs. Dunford lent us her favorite record, Moonlight Serenades . We danced and danced really slow whispering “Peas & Carrots, Peas & Carrots” into each others’ ears pretend- ing to be grown ups and in love. For the posters, we made a huge sign, for the whole school to see, using felts and tissue paper and those bright, glittery angle specs (from the hobby shop) that you shake from plastic jars onto elmer’s glue, gobs of it. The picture was just a cut-out from an old library book Bambi Stories. We added big letters spelling out for all deer birthday sleep-over at Dawn Fawn’s place. Get it, for all dear friends. That's’ perfect. So, anyway, the day of her party nobody else showed. It was just the six of us who had helped. We heard later that everyone else’s moms or dads said “no presents?! Just yourselves?! Hogwash!” Like they were suspicious or something. Like kids need reasons to be nice to one another. So all the others weren't allowed to go to Dawn Fawn’s Party. Well, only Old Mr. Dunford understood us and cheered us up by inventing this game called Wath Tho Funny. He brought a huge box from his garage over to Dawn Fawn’s house which we found out had loads of different wigs, dresses, shoes, jewelry, and makeup. You know, lady stuff. Planet of the Arts Vol. 5 no. 1 Fall 1989 So each time he’d disappear down the hall and come running around , looking like a Hollywood starlet or something. He had his teeth out of course and lipstick smeared all over his mouth. We’d first at him and then at each other and start giggling, that’s when he would stare at us all very seriously, and in a high lady-like voice go “Wath Tho Funny” and we’d all crack-up (including Old Mr. Dunford) and he kept doing it, making us laugh until our pants peed, and we practically choked or something. After he used up all his costumes we calmed down and he treated us by ordering take-out from Chicken-on-the-way. Two big barrels. Mostly breasts and drums. Also those floppy fries with thick, thick, gravy, the kind you wished you could have at Thanksgiving but your mom or aunt or grandma says its impossible to make from scratch. And he surprised us with those delicious corn fritters. You know the ones, awesome, lots of butter, moist inside, steam pouring out. You just can’t get them anymore. To top it all off, Old Mr.Dunford snuck us a few bottles of his ginger beer and we sat there in a circle, bones piling up in the middle, passing the beer around with greasy fingers and drinking straight from the bottle. Old Mr. Dunford still had his teeth out and we watched him mushing the chicken with his gums and spilling as he drank from the bottle, but nobody cared about germs. How could there be germs. How could there be germs in heaven? That’s exactly how we felt. ES. Everyone’s invited for June 1990 and again no presents. It’s going to be a combo bar-b-que birthday party and will probably hegin in the afternoon. Rain or Shine. If you have to work, come after you’re finished. The pop and dream-food might be gone but we'll still be dancing like there’s no tomorrow which there really isn’t if you think about it. Just don’t give it away to your parents this time. Just tell your moms that you are going for a stroll. We can deal with the police later. Old Mr.Dunford said he’d gladly baby-sit again. 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We nicknamed her that ‘cause sometimes she was awkward, sometimes graceful, but always very pretty-kind of like Bambi. Plus it fhymed. Anyway, her birthday was ‘coming up and for it, for presents | mean, all she said she wanted was for her friends to come over and have fun. Isnt that beautiful?! We all smiled and so this meant that we should do the work to ‘organize the world’s biggest combo party. | was made captain and give out important jobs. You know! Like clean- up, decorating, food, refreshments,posters, music and ‘games. Oh, yeah. | should you luckily Dawn Fawn's mom had to sub at bridge ina Grand Prize touiament in the U.S Of A. so her mom asked Old Mr. Dun- ford, our neighbour, to baby-sit us. Good thing she didn't know what he was really like. He's cool, Old Mr. Dunford. He has a naked tattoo on one arm and wood carving on the other. A ‘rue blue navy man alright. Also he’s friendly and takes his teeth out when- ever he says hello! Obviously, Dawn Fawn didn't tell her mom about our plans but we knew that as long as we had T.V. and plenty of ginger beer for old Mr. Dun- ford he'd be happy and wouldn't tell on us. So, anyway, the party was only a ‘week away and time to get busy. For decorations we found in the shed those bright plastic patio lights for camping, but we put them up inside! the house. That made us laugh. And balloons hanging upside down at different heights from the ceiling to fool you into thinking they were floating up into the sky, and coloured toilet paper twisted to be streamers, and long thin strips of tin foil from the rolls that each of our moms Use for baking-tons of shiny glimmering snakes on the walls, the floor, every- where sneaking around the furniture, like they were alive or something, PLL For food and refreshments we had a smorgasbord of dreams. Ruffles, Doritos, Frites, Cheetos, Corn nuts, Rainbow pops, Mr. Frezzies (assorted), Rie Krispie Squares, Licorice Shoestrings, Black Cat gum, Rich Chocolate Nestle’s pridding (stil runny) and powdered orange Tang, to dip your fingers in. Dawn Fawn's dad worked for Beef Jerkey, 50 tons of that, also marshmallows, every colour. For pop, your choice of grape, orange, Tahiti Treat, cream soda, rootbeer or regular. For music. Oh! beautiful old stuff. Like fat black music. Fat mammas on piano, big, puffy guys, "cats" they use to call them, blowing horns so loud you could almost hear their faces explode. ‘Aiso, that jungle guy who sings day-o, day-ay-ay-0. So incredible it makes you want to eat nothing but bananas for the rest of your lie. Last, to play at the fend, Old Mrs. Dunford lent us her favorite record, Moonlight Serenades We danced and danced really siow whispering “Peas & Carrots, Peas & Carrots” into each others’ ears pretend- ing to be grown ups and in love. For the posters, we made a huge ‘sign, for the whole school to see, using felts and tissue paper and those bright glittery angle specs (from the hobby shop) that you shake from plastic jars onto elmer’s glue, gobs of it. The picture was just a cut-out from an old library book Bambi Stories. We added big letters spelling out for all deer birthday sleep-over at Dawn Fawn’s place. Get it, for all dear friends. That's’ perfect. ‘So, anyway, the day of her party nobody else showed. It was just the six of us who had helped. We heard later that everyone else's moms or dads sald “no presents?! Just yourselves?! Hogwash!” Like they were suspicious or something. Like kids need reasons to be nice to one another. So all the ‘others werent allowed to go to Dawn Fawn’s Party. Well, only Old Mr. Dunford understood us and cheered us Up by inventing this game called Wath Tho Funny. He brought a huge box {rom his garage over to Dawn Fawn's house which we found out had loads of different wigs, dresses, shoes, jewelry, ‘and makeup. You know, lady stutt Planet of the Arts Vol. 5 no. 1 Fall 1989 ‘So each time he'd disappear down the hall and come running around , looking like a Hollywood starlet or something. He had his teeth out of Course and lipstick smeared all over his, mouth. We'd first at him and then at each other and start giggling, that's ‘when he would stare at us all very seriously, and in a high lady-lke voice go "Wath Tho Funny" and we'd all rack-up (including Old Mr. Dunford) and he kept doing It, making us laugh Until our pants peed, and we practically choked or something. After he used up all his costumes we calmed down and he treated us by ordering take-out from Chioken-on-the-way. Two big barrel Mostly breasts and drums. Also those floppy fries with thick, thick, gravy, the kind you wished you could have at Thanksgiving but your mom or aunt or grandma says its impossible to make from scratch. And he surprised us with ‘those delicious corn fritters. You know the ones, awesome, lots of butter, ‘moist inside, steam pouring out. You just can’t get them anymore. To top it all off, Old Mr.Dunford snuck us a few bottles of his ginger beer and we sat there in a circle, bones piling up in the ‘middle, passing the beer around with