International Incident at the Chalet School

[RueDeWakening]

Hear ye, hear ye! Gather ye hence, all angels (be-costumed with slightly tacky silver halos and suchlike) with your lark-like notes and prepare to dazzle us all with your charm.

No, not you Joan. Shop bought cake and cheap looks for you, my dear. See Matron for some milk on your way out.

Well that's Peggy out of the play . Now, how do we get rid Len?

Yes probably for the best. Nasty, dirty places stables.
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Where is that SHEEP? Princess or no Princess she will be getting a piece of my mind in a minute (morphs from Simone / dancing star into Matron Lloyd-Gould).

Oh sorry have I missed my cue again? (SLOC found something that might be venison or maybe wild boar at the bottom of the freezer so I am making it into a curry when I am not needed on stage).
I am afraid Len has been arrested by a tax collector. Something about jewellery in a Swiss bank account.
Performs quick solo of three grands jetés, twelve entrechat quatre and assemblés soutenus before leaving stage to rapturous applause.

Yesss! Does pirouette of joy, crashes against manger, sends it flying off stage where it lands on Matey's foot.

So just to summarise.
Matey has an injured foot.
Peggy is in the San.
Len has been arrested.
Joey has adopted the baby Jesus (so much for 2000 years of history).
The sheep never arrived.
The Three Kings are senseless after finishing the Courvoisier.
The angel is still singing and the dancing star is still dancing.
A bad dress rehearsal makes a good first performance.
It will be alright on the night.

You forgot to mention that the three shepherds have been left holding the triplets (while Joey is busy with Baby Jesus), but otherwise that's a fair summary.

Shall we have another rehearsal on Monday?

Oh yes I had forgotten the shepherds. Monday sounds fine. Can somebody tell Princess Sheep?
Wild boar vindaloo and a glass of wine for me then.
Bonne soirée a tous.

Baaaaaaaa.

Oh - did I miss my cue?

We've finished the rehearsal Elisaveta. All in all in went quite well. Matey was looking for you, though, and seemed quite annoyed. But don't worry. I badly bruised her foot and Dr Jack had to bandage it up so she's forgotten all about you

Oh I'm glad it went well, that should cheer Miss Annersley up. I heard her telling Bill it was the last time she was having Mrs. Maynard write the play, so I expect she wants to make it one to remember.

I've just heard her saying something about 'bloody pupils rewriting the play'. Is she asking Peggy to change the script of something?? And she wasn't really bleeding that much. It was an accident.

Really, I think it's a bit much if she's wanting poor Peggy to rewrite the script just now. She's in San with a most horrific headache - I think they've even had to shave her head.

Loving your helpful summary Emily!

I can't wait for the next rehearsal. Do you think I can keep my lime green robes on all weekend?

Ooh yes. And I'll keep my Les Sylphides dress on. That will help us stay in character. My tiara is covered in Peggy's blood. I'd ask Matey to help me clean it but Dr Jack's given her some strong painkillers with hot milk and she can't be disturbed.

I probably won't stay in my sheep outfit until Monday, if it's all right. It needs a bit of a sponge down after an incident with Herr Doktor Courvoisier and a tray full of saffron cakes.

No I definitely can't get Vindaloo on my tutu (that's one for the phrase book).
I think Joey adopting the baby Jesus is just brilliant.
Shall we do Act 2 on Monday? Return to Bethlehem-sur-Platz?

Aha maybe it's not Bettany blood on your tiara, Falling, but wild boar vindaloo?

Hey! Did someone forget my scene? The one where the Baby Picts fight with the Baby Angles? I've only just finished painting myself blue and affixing my halo to my angel-child curls and you seem to have finished the rehearsal without me. I might have to console myself with shop-bought cake.

How did the Flight to Egypt Belsornia scene go?

Mary: It is no longer safe for us to stay here with our Baby Son.
Best Friend: I know a system of caves that will take us down the mountainside and lo! to the land of Belsornia where the natives adore me. Out of their love for me will the trusty peasants give protection to you and The Child.
Mary: How shall we travel to Belsornia?
Best Friend: 'Tis not very far.

Best Friend: I'll have to ride on your donkey, natch, because I am of sensitive disposition and Not Strong.
Mary: Your need is truly greater than mine, despite the fact that I gave birth yesterday after weeks of travelling. For see! A visiting doctor hath provided me and the Babe with Special Milk, and the shepherds hath brought home baking, so verily am I recovered and ready to hike across the mountains.
Best Friend: Right glad am I to hear those tidings. In fact, so relieved am I, I think I might...

I thought you finished off the Angles in my front courtyard? I have only just finished clearing up.
The flight into Belsornia is fab though.
Does anyone else wonder what people who stumble across this thread must think?

I'm so flushed with victory from the Picts v Angles carnage in your front courtyard, EmilyAlice, that I need to do it all over again!

Yes, I suppose we might look a trifle eccentric to anyone who doesn't understand our little ways.

Oh, I love the escape into Belsornia! Can Shaun the Naughty Sheep knock a couple of Nazi heads together, too?

where is my bit..........I need to narrate something,,,,,,

I just stand there like the Angel of Love (and look mildly disapproving). Where are the rest of the angels? We need to practice our song. We did decide on Angels by Robbie Williams didn't we?

Robin liebchen, can you look disapproving? Don't you always look angelic, because in your life you have never met with anything but love and petting?

I am struggling to picture a disapproving engelkind. Perhaps this is just a mental block of mine because it is an image calculated to induce guilt and reformation into a true Chalet girl...