Megan and the Rarr
The Rarr is Card 52 in the Faeries' Oracle. Quite a few years ago, when Toby Froud was very young, the Rarr used to play in Toby's room at night, zooming around and keeping him awake. Brian painted the Rarr, and the Rarr, quite naturally wanted to be in the Oracle - after all, with his boundless energy he can certainly keep up with the work involved.
Here we are now, years and years after Brian painted the Rarr, and I have a granddaughter, Megan, a bit younger than Toby was back then.
The other day, shortly before her second birthday, Megan and I were looking through the Faeries' Oracle. This was Megan's idea. She kept picking up the cards, which she hadn't seen before, and wanting to play with them, so we sat down on the floor and I fanned them in an arc so she could look at them. She'd draw a card, study it thoroughly from all angles for a while, and then hand it to me.
About the fourth or fifth card she pulled, the Rarr came up. She looked at it and her eyes lit up. Looking up at me, she exclaimed, "Rarr!" She began weaving it through the air in a figure of eight, shouting, "Rarr! Rarr! Rarrrrrrrrrrrr!" She looked up at me and giggled happily.
Handing me the card, she motioned for me to swoop the Rarr through the air, while she laughed and laughed between shouts of "Rarr!" This is all probably proof of something... if we needed any proof.
Here we are now, years and years after Brian painted the Rarr, and I have a granddaughter, Megan, a bit younger than Toby was back then.
Megan, just after her second birthday, looking out my window at ???
The other day, shortly before her second birthday, Megan and I were looking through the Faeries' Oracle. This was Megan's idea. She kept picking up the cards, which she hadn't seen before, and wanting to play with them, so we sat down on the floor and I fanned them in an arc so she could look at them. She'd draw a card, study it thoroughly from all angles for a while, and then hand it to me.
About the fourth or fifth card she pulled, the Rarr came up. She looked at it and her eyes lit up. Looking up at me, she exclaimed, "Rarr!" She began weaving it through the air in a figure of eight, shouting, "Rarr! Rarr! Rarrrrrrrrrrrr!" She looked up at me and giggled happily.
Handing me the card, she motioned for me to swoop the Rarr through the air, while she laughed and laughed between shouts of "Rarr!" This is all probably proof of something... if we needed any proof.
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