Wow. That sure was a short week. Too many Christmas Peanuts to wrap. Anyway, here it is Wednesday again. So, I've been thinking a lot this week. By nature I'm prone to that sort of thing. I can tell you this, however. It is not the Nubian half that is so inclined.
Now then, I am an original. Since 2005, when I was born, I have gone my own way, been my own goat. I'm simply not one of those, pardon, *sheep* prone to follow the crowd. I am one-of-a-kind, and like Buffy, there can be only one. Because of this, I find it not at all surprising that there are some who attempt to copy me. Take Ella, for instance. Lately I've noticed her trying to stand on my stump. Naturally she doesn't fit nearly as well as do I, and it certainly hasn't done anything for her intellect. I guess it is nice to share, though, and she does get it all warmed up for me. After all, it's cold out there!
Then there's Peanut. I've seen Peanut attempting my lightening fast, insert-your-mouth-in-front-of-anyone-else's-oncoming-Peanut move. He tries, but of course he fails. For it is only, I, Marigold, esteemed inventor of the move, who is able to accomplish it so adeptly. I have that certain Je ne s'ais qua when it comes to speed. Well, Peanut is no slouch in the speed department, but he's just too young and too small to have developed my finesse - my sheer skill. What can I say? It's a gift and a curse.
Of course there is little to worry about with Boo. I mean she spends most of her time looking around doing things like wondering why the water bucket is leaking up into the sky and then coming down on her head. Or perhaps she spends the entire day trying to figure out why that sticky-out thing is following her everywhere she goes (her tail). Or she might become totally engrossed with trying to figure out what happened to her feet. Clearly Boo has little time for imitation when there are so many other, more important, matters to consider.
And, then there is Watson. When Watson wanders about the premises muttering 'Oy' over every dismaying occurrence, I can but smile. 'Ella butted me. Oy'. 'I fainted. Oy' 'Marigold tried to throw me to the Bob-O-Lynx. Oy.' Why smile? Because, my friends, (and this would be Wednesday's Words of Wisdom) imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. So imitate away. The Peanut or the shell. Which came first? The astute know.
"When with a serious musing I behold
The graceful and obsequious Marigold,
How duly every morning she displays
Her open breast, when Titan spreads his rays."
George Wither—The Marigold.