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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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“Life will go on” said Skeleton “it always does!”

“It has to” confirmed Mouse. “We have to decide what to do for our anniversary next month.”

“Yeah, time to come out of the closet and dance like there is no tomorrow” sang the skeleton and shook her lovely bones.

Mouse admitted she hasn’t got very far with the preparations yet, because no-one is helping her. Yesterday, though, she put on the Dedelive website some background information. Click on the button “Why I play with puppets” on the front page for a brief presentation by the artist. It sheds some light on the reason for the Dede’s existence.