My last post was an email sent to me by my producer, John Vogt: This is an extention of the last post.  


I was blown awy by the discovery about Daffy.. . . that later on when we were cleaning up the studio and getting ready for bed, I decided to attempt a serious talk with Sniffy-Poo (you can imagine what that was like). Sniffy-Poo was here because he was one of the animals featured in Daffy's story. I asked Sniffy if he could pretend. . . like Daffy he had major problems with the concept.  We talked about it for over an hour. He finally started to get the idea . . . but it was very difficult for him.  We did a little role playing and I said . . . Sniffy, I want you to pretend that you are a bird.  He tried as hard as he could to pretend but he could't quite get there. Finally, he belted out TWEET  TWEET and then collapsed on the couch in studio 2. He was mentally exhausted. 


Nat, do you understand what this means? We've got a lot of work to do.
Without the freedom of imagination we are all locked in the prison of reality.