He
seemed to feel it was enough
To say
“I am the Duke’s nephew”
And
sit in on my dreams last night.
I
admit he sat quietly
Even when
Baba Yaga lit her pipe
By striking
a match on him.
Baba
Yaga was not supposed
To
appear in last night’s dream
But
one of the flower fairies
In the
dance sequence
Had developed
peritonitis
And
fallen in love. I am not sure
These
two things are related.
In any
event, she was unavailable
And – it’d
be better without the pipe –
Baba
Yaga can do a very credible
Battement
fondu avec sauce de cerise.
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