(Tomorrow night I will be the emcee for the next session of our local oral storytelling group. I was considering reading this as a bit, but thankfully, my wife and children convinced me not to.)
A couple of years ago, I found the skeletal remains of a dead possum in my back yard. There was no hair or fur, and no internal organs, just a skull and some bones. It actually looked pretty cool.
But then I started thinking – how did I know? This was a possum, after all. And what do possums do? They play possum, they pretend they’re dead to fool predators. They’re like the actors, the little thespians of the animal world. So how did I know that this possum was really dead?
He certainly seemed, with no flesh or internal organs, to be dead, but how could I be certain he wasn’t just giving the greatest performance ever by a possum? I thought of Robert DeNiro, and how for Raging Bull he put on sixty or seventy pounds. How could I know that this possum wasn’t a method acting possum, Robert DePossum, and was so dedicated to his craft that he shed all of his flesh and internal organs to heighten the realism of his performance?
All I could come up with was to find when the possum Oscars are scheduled and where they are broadcast. If Robert DePossum is nominated for best actor, I’ll have my answer.