Or you could show how you REALLY felt by acting it out. Five acting troupes made haste toward the
costume tent,
wrote their scripts and presented each to the cousin gallery one
night. The campfire wranglers lay out
their bedrolls and snoozed around their fire until invaded by a tiny commodity
scooching in beside her brother. I don't
recall the titles of all of the skits, but three-year old Kaitlin showed up for
acts one, two, three, and four. She
rolled right in next to her brother in the campfire skit, waved her arms with
the big girls in skit three, her appointed role—even had a speaking line. She blazed through skit two, gawking at the
wild boys, and simply stared at the old people's "Jack McCall's at the
Sisters' Saloon" or some such name.
Cousin Kaitlin was very popular that night, and insinuated
herself into all of the skits, with great aplomb. After all, she was dressed the role of
prairie child, so why not flaunt it? Get
some use of all that prairie costume and makeup.
When she wasn't being the Prima Donna, she took time to hug
a llama.
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