A couple days ago the kids were talking about an assembly they had at school. We were all sitting around the dinner table, and the story came out in pieces as they ate. So, originally, I thought things occurred like this:
All the classes were sitting in the gymnacafetorium, ready to watch The Amazing Whatever-His-Name-Was Magician. Which was probably a big relief from all the school work that never occurs in May anyway (is it just me, or does the last month of school seem like a complete waste of time?).
At some point during the show, the magician's dove escaped from some unknown hiding place and starting frantically flying around the room.
I imagined lots of flying, and a totally flustered set of adults trying to catch said bird. All the while, in my mind, the magician was standing on stage feeling like a total hack. I mean, what kind of crap magician can't contain his hidden dove before his "watch how I make this dove appear out of thin air" trick?
So the bird swoops around the gymnacafetorium while teachers and the principal chase him, and finally, after all that drama, the dove swoops down and lands on the little blond head of a kid in Opie's class.
Everyone is shocked that the bird has landed on a student's head until another kid in that class holds out his hand and, with the magic touch of Radagast the brown, gets the bird to slide onto his fingers. Then he calmly walks the bird up to the magician, who is now so horrifically embarrassed that he has to immediately pack up and move to a foreign country.
And that's how the story went in my head, after hearing the tidbits of information from Opie and Two Bits, in between their bites of tuna casserole.
However, it turns out it wasn't that exciting. I asked questions and we got the actual story out of it.
Apparently the dove didn't escape while it was supposed to be hidden. The magician had just done his "dove appearing from nothing" trick, and when the kids applauded the dove got skittish and took flight.
Apparently the dove did NOT fly around the room with a group of frantic adults chasing after it. In fact, I guess there was very little drama. The dove fly straight from the magician's hand to the unsuspecting head of a 2nd grader.
The kid who got the bird off his classmate's head must have had his own birds, because he apparently knew what he was doing.
And, apparently, the magician finished his show and was hardly embarrassed at all.
So, basically, the point of all this is: things always play out much better in my imagination than they do in real life.