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The Dedes are the reflection of their Artist and truth be told they struggle. When they first popped up, the Artist was still working and had to deal with different personalities on a daily basis. As an educator it was the Artist’s intention to find win-win situations where possible, or if not possible, at least come to an understanding of the thinking of others.

The puppets provide an excellent tool to investigate any issue in an non-threatening way and from many different angles. Like in human society, different puppets have different opinions derived from their own individual experiences. While these, on scrutiny, often don’t even exclude each other, they often result in major disagreements – even animosities, when everyone stubbornly insists on their own position. The key to understanding is careful and sincere listening. A skill well worth developing.

Then Top Dog showed up in their little society and everything changed. All of a sudden there was this knifing, lying puppet that twisted words and didn’t care about reason, truth or the well-being of others, but only about his own advantage and power. In typical Dede-fashion they took it lightheartedly at first. Sadly, what happened to the Dede-society was mirrored big time in the real world shortly after.  Over night, the Dedes were no longer funny! And the struggle began: The Dedes’ life philosophy was challenged to the core, if not endangered.

Meanwhile, the Artist in her typical fashion is sitting on the fence. Should the Dedes die, or should they come out fighting? While there is no definitive verdict, the Dedes are still potting around on Instagram. So the Artist kept the Dedes alive as she believes coming back from the dead is arguably more difficult than coming back from sick-leave. While the Dedes were convalescing the blog was somewhat neglected. They really should be out of their sick-bed by now.

Well, of course I am the Artist and the Dedes reflect my own struggle. Personally, I am blessed beyond my own belief, and live an extremely rich and fulfilled life (not in the monetary sense, though). I haven’t always, and like everyone else I have my ups and downs. I invented Top Dog, when I had to cope with a bullying work environment. Writing Top Dog’s adventures helped me tremendously externalising the issue. Though in the end the real Top Dog and her antics did grind me down and even worse Top Dogs popped up everywhere in the political world, like mushrooms after a nuclear fall-out.

My solution was to withdraw back into the privacy of my own life and onto a 1.5ha lifestyle block being as self-sufficient as possible. It suits me to a tee, as I always had hermit-style tendencies (hence the first puppet book ‘Hermit’s Web’).

The Dedes on the other hand are public figures, they like an audience and once again, they complain that I am not doing enough for them. They believe they have a message worth hearing. And there we are…

Do they really?

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Top Dog had the feeling the Dedes had returned to their daily routine and sort of forgotten about him. This of course is not allowed to happen. Today he came up with a new scheme. “I want to have all the presents” said Top Dog “Let’s cancel Christmas and have Top Dog Day on the 28th of December instead.”

“Wise move” confirmed Norman T Newbie III “then you can collect everything they will buy at the Boxing Day Sales as well”

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Finally the birds managed somehow to peck Cash Cow’s tummy. This gave her a big fright. “That hurts, you silly things,”  shouted Cash Cow angrily, while she let go of them and they could escpae. “And you also  ruined my ear drum.”

“What were you thinking?” asked Nitpicker who also has a rather large beak.

“What’s it to you?” asked Cash Cow dismissively “they are not even Dedes!”

“Only because you have Cash to your name, doesn’t give you the right to use whatever or whoever you want!”

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Cash Cow figured out quckly that using the birds was a dumb idea. They didn’t give her the expected relief. In their distress they started chirping like there is no tomorrow, right into the cow’s big ears. You should have seen how quickly she pulled them out!

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Oops, I am a bit behind with the storyline here on the blog. When I wanted to post last night, we had a power cut and it didn’t come back until sometime in the middle of the night.

So Deutsch Fraulein did indeed make her cinnamon short bread. But Rob D Light wasn’t impressed, he doesn’t feel like short bread, instead he lamented: “I need no Christmas cake. I need a house and a job.”

“I’ll build you one” offered L’Artiste in the spirit of Christmas and grabbed a few pieces of short bread. At first Rob was terribly excited that someone would care so much about him, to actually help him. But then when he saw the result he said disappointedly “very artistic.” We all know what that means, don’t we?

Yesterday, the Dedes decided they have to do a bit more for a proper Christmas mood and they dug out their rendition of “Twelve Days of Christmas” they did last year as their first project on Instagram. The performance is strictly for tone deaf people only.

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And sure enough, Cash Cow, who is really stressed out with the Christmas season was driven bonkers by the singing. She looked everywhere for ear plugs, but all she could find where these two birds, with good sized beaks. They, on the other hand, weren’t too happy to help, really! But what can you do when Cash Cow is strangling you?

 

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“That puppet is such a loser!” said Harvey, the gambling buck rabbit pointing in the direction Scardy Pants had wandered off. The rabbit knows a thing or two about soldering on after losing everything. “Calling him a loser doesn’t help,” said Court Jester. “He is exactly the kind of puppet we have to engage with. He might turn around when we show him more respect.”

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Foreign Correspondent has been looking for Philosopher all week. He wanted to find out what he thought about the political shift we currently see the world over. Philosopher pulled out a diagram he had prepared: “we pretend these dichotomies are the problem. But the real problem lies in the secret motivation for our actions: eat or be eaten. And as long as we don’t tackle overly self-serving behaviour, nothing will change.”

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Detail couldn’t believe what she saw: Mouse threw Top Dog’s manuscript straight into the recycling bin. “Executive decision” said Mouse unapologetically. She had made up her mind, as no-else seems to be able to make a clear call. “We are doing a book about our first year on Instagram. So, our readers will get a good picture of Top Dog anyway.”

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“Stop your silly navel-gazing and lamenting about the past. The only relevant book now is my biography” said Top Dog and he held up a manuscript. “My ghostwriters have been busy!”

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Devil, who in the meantime had turned to a much bigger and now decidedly empty glass, was sitting not far from Mouse and Skeleton Edeltraut and overheard their conversation. “But, Mouse,” he butted in,  “that is exactly what they want us to do: continue with our lives as if nothing happened!”

“C’mon, my dear Devil, you never do what others want you to do. Isn’t it up to us individuals not to become apathetic? So, please don’t ever give up!” Without waiting for his answer she asked him what he would like to get his teeth into next: an anthology “Five years in Dedeland” or “The first Dede year on Instagram.” Can you help him make his mind?

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