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inted, and I
could see the target of their laughter... a stage had been erected and a
puppet show was in progress. There were two characters on the stage, one a
man and the other a woman, and through the artistry of such control as
puppets take the woman was beating the man with a skillet. The audience
seemed to think it was uproariously hilarious.
"No, m'lady!" the man's voice came from behind the curtained puppet
stage, "I meant the fat on the meat! The meat!"
"That's not what you were staring at!" The audience roared again. I
guess I missed the starting part of the joke since I didn't see anything
funny in the punch line. Oh, well. The play ended shortly, to be followed
by another, again a sort of comedy, this time about a cruel husband who
loses his manhood in the end. The women in the audience all loved it, but
the men were grabbing their crotches to protect themselves by the time the
play ended. As I was watching, though, I felt very strange. Because the
voice of the young man playing all the males parts was entrancing. I don't
know if it was the fact that, for the first time, there were men all around
me, or what, but I knew
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