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I could curse the secret admirer who left a single rose on our doorstep this morning. No card, just a single golden rose! While I assume he had the best intentions, he obviously isn’t familiar with the dynamics of the Dede household.

In a flash all the girls were out there haggling over who’s rose it is. Everyone was so sure she was the intended recipient. I know who could have given it to Skeleton, or Esta Blished, or Minor, though I had no idea Socialite and Mouse had admirers too.

Esta tried to grab the rose as only her lover, Devil’s Advocate would have so much spare cash to buy such an precious gift. Socialite immediately had a screaming fit. She said Esta wouldn’t have a clue about how well-off her admirers were and she had many, so the chances were the rose was for her. Minor on the other hand knew that Rob doesn’t need any money, he would just organise a lovely gift one way or another if he wanted her to have one. And she was sure this was the case. Skeleton didn’t lay any claim on the rose, but was sure it was from Lou, her love-sick stalker. She wished so much he’d stop doing this to her. And Mouse was confident that, as everybody loves her anyway, surely there must be one Dede out there who would think she is the special one.

I watched them for a while and wondered, what made them all so sure it wasn’t intended for me?

harvey mouse

Mouse wanted to know more about Pavlova and waited to catch Harvey on his own. “So, when are we going to meet your girlfriend then?” she asked, trying to be casual.

“I don’t know” Harvey shrugged his shoulders.

“Are you sure she is your girlfriend?”

“Of course she is!” was his angry reply.

“So why don’t you introduce her to us then? Are you embarrassed?”

“Why should I be?”

“C’mon, we saw you guys yesterday… She is a rat!” Mouse pointed out.

Now Harvey exploded: “So what! She is very special!”

Then it all poured out of him. She is from a long line of sewer rats, but she wanted to educate herself. She put herself through school despite the total lack of family support. They didn’t understand why she wanted to go through all the trouble, as there was enough food down there in the sewers. They all said they were born to be sewer rats and there is absolutely no need to study. But Pavlova didn’t want to sit out on the ledge of a pillar and watch the water drip down the pipes all day. She had the strong feeling there was more to life than that. She worked very hard to get where she is now. And it did pay off. She is now a research assistant and works in a lab. He, Harvey, thinks she has done really, really well indeed, and is terribly proud of her.

Mouse became more and more  embarrassed while Harvey was telling her the story, but at the same time she was very intrigued and proud that, once again, it was her who had the hottest news first.

harvey and pavlova

Of course the Dedes are watching Harvey’s every move as they are so curious about his fiancee Pavlova. (They have already agreed it is a very unfortunate name). Last night, they finally got the long-awaited first glimpse of her when the two love-birds had a clandestine meeting in the back garden, where they spoke under their breath.

Gee, she certainly isn’t a stunner with her extremely long teeth and the huge gap between them. Harvey doesn’t seem to mind a bit. He looked at her so tenderly but he might be wearing rose-tinted glasses. From where the Dedes were standing they didn’t look like a close couple. In fact it appeared rather one sided and they gave the impression they had some sort of problem.

After overhearing the prying crowd’s conversation I would advise Harvey to introduce Pavlova as soon as possible to the rest of the Dedes before gossip becomes rife. Unfortunately it can happen… a new puppet appears on the scene and the first remarks by the close-knit group of Dedes are nothing but scathing. They jump on every exposed weakness. I had to tell them not to be mean. Poor Pavlova. She might have a rocky road ahead of her!

Sadly, all good things have to come to an end at some stage. And so Miss Viwi has posted her last article about the Dedes yesterday. Everybody was a bit sad. After all, they had enjoyed the attention tremendeously. Witch was so kind to translate the last part.

Two women, two continents, two blogs, twelve hours time difference and around 40 dede puppets –  One common project. Exciting weeks in |:::VEGGIETORIA:::| and likewise in the Dede World.

I want to express my heartfelt thanks to Dietlind Wagner for the wonderful collaboration, the book, the interview and the visits to  |:::VEGGIETORIA:::|. Thankyou to L’Artiste for the visit and the interview, Mouse and German Girl for the translations, and Foreign Correspondent for the summary of the Dede stories on the German blog.

Thanks also to the other Dedes who are reading my blog and their great understanding.

A big thankyou goes to all the readers for their attention, the clicking of the Like button and for the lovely comments they left.

witch cooking

Witch cooking.

I had one last question: How do you like it at |:::VEGGIETORIA:::|? and L’Artiste answered: “I love how miss viwi conveys her point of view convincingly and that she reminds us of what’s wrong with the world we live in.”
Dietlind Wagner agreed with what L’Artiste said and added: ”It is a lovely blog to rummage in when you are interested in nutrition and animal rights.
At this point Witch piped up: “I totally agree with miss viwi, one can live happily and healthyly without meat”.

Unfortunately many of the Dede puppets are directly or indirectly affected by exploitation through humans.
For product testing, animals like Mouse, Cat, Monkey, Harvey and Lou are favoured, while Pig, Ducky and Cash Cow find themselves on the daily menu of many people.
Foxy Lady’s fellows are painfully killed to be applied to jackets, caps, scarfs and other items.
Even if these words will cause the Dede’s to have nightmares, it is the reality. Only us humans, consumers, producers can make the change!

The exploitation/torture/killing/eating/wearing etc of animals has nothing to do with pleasure/fashion/science. It is based on ignorance –  wilful or negligent and/or greed.

“Who understands and does not act has not understood.” Laotse

I send my love to New Zealand!!! Thanks!!!

There was silence for a while, not even Smuggy, usually the first one to make a comment, dared to say anything.

“I felt like crying throughout the entire article” Mouse said finally. “First for all the heartfelt thankyous –That was so lovely! But then tears of powerlessness welled up. I don’t know about you guys, but I certainly will have nightmares for a while.”

I told them we should leave it at this and let the readers think about it. I just wanted to add a big Thankyou to Miss Viwi as well. It was a great project and I wish her the very best for all her future projects! The Dedes all nodded, but didn’t cheer as loudly as they usually do. They still had pictures of their tortured mates in their minds.

harvey smuggy

Remember the gambling rabbit, Harvey, who cheated his way into the Super Dede competition before Christmas? He made himself scarce after he realised he offended a few too many Dedes, in particular the female ones.  The ladies were really upset about his behaviour. One of them, I think it was Foxy Lady, said they should have left him in the 1970’s, the way he talks! She certainly wouldn’t touch him with a barge pole.

Now he is back!

And by Dede he has changed! He has got quieter. Gone is the hyper-activity and loudness. The Dedes were stunned and wanted to know where he was and how he’d fared. He told them he had dug himself a burrow on the hilltop and watched the sun rise and set each day. He knows now the way he treated women was totally wrong. If he had continued like that a serious relationship would remain a pipe dream. And he can reveal it now, this was his New Year’s resolution… he desperately wanted to find a partner.

One day, when he was down, he poured his heart out to Philosopher. No woman, at least none of the marrying kind, wanted to stick with him. Philosopher suggested he should go into recluse for a while and ponder about the importance of life. Because if he wanted something so badly, but couldn’t get it, his approach must be wrong.

“And?” Mouse, the little gossip asked outright, “how is the love-life then?”

“Great!” Harvey rejoiced. “I found my princess!”

“Who is it?” “Do we know her?” “What does she do?” Everybody wanted to know more.

“No, you don’t know her, she just moved here. Her name is Pavlova…”

“Oh, don’t tell me!” Smuggy said deprecatingly. “She is not one of those, is she?”

“What do you mean?” Harvey walked up close to him and looked him in the eye “I recommend you too should sit on a mountain top for a while. It would do you a world of good. Honestly, you don’t even know her. Only because she has a foreign name doesn’t mean she is one of … as you call it… those! I forbid you to talk about my fiancee like this!”

There was a noticeable silence. Mouse and Foxy Lady looked at each other –  this was indeed a novelty… Harvey defending the reputation of a girl. They knew there and then, that she really must be someone very special.

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I should have known it, really! After what I said yesterday about Sunny… he has lost interest already. He is not known for his stickability! He left his sculpture lying on the doorstep and walked away. Just like that!

This morning when Devil got up he saw a little white dot sitting on the edge of the jumbo bin. Nobody knows how it got there. It must have walked and climbed all night. And now it was sitting there, looking into the abyss.

Devil was out in a flash and called: “Don’t jump, don’t jump!” The little sculpture looked up and Devil continued in a soothing voice: “I know you are not real, but there is no need for this.”

A thin little voice answered: “I know I am rubbish, just let me go where I belong. Then it’s over and done with.”

“No, no, please don’t” Devil said, “You are a cute little thing. What was said on the blog yesterday wasn’t about you… it was about Sunny. Him not having ideas of his own.”

“But they said I am a fake… And it is so true.”

“Don’t worry, you are not the only one” Devil shook his head. “We still love you.”

“Really?”

“As long as you don’t pretend to be something else!” Devil added quietly.

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Today is a holiday in New Zealand. It is Waitangi Day. On this day in 1840 some (but not all) Maori chiefs signed a treaty at James Busby’s house in Waitangi. The document put the inhabitants of this country under English protection. Unfortunately the translation into Maori sounded somewhat different from the English version. And of course it is wide open to interpretation.

I am relatively relaxed today and finally summoned all my courage to tell the Dedes that I will have a Solo Exhibition at the end of June for two weeks. I haven’t signed the contract yet, but it is pretty much teed up. So, why did it take me so long to tell them?

When I first started to discuss the exhibition with the gallery back in November, the curator suggested I should sell the puppets at the show. But I am very hesitant, after all they are the protagonists of my books and my blog. I can’t just sell them off. But of course, the gallery needs to earn some money. So I will have to have something to sell. Fortunately I still have four month to think about it. It could be large photographic prints (but would someone be interested in buying them?) or some specially made puppets that don’t appear on the blog (How much use is a single puppet?). Questions and more questions and I don’t know the answers yet. I had to promise the Dedes though, that all the existing puppets are safe. Don’t tell them, but I crossed my fingers behind my back, when I promised. I admit, it’s not a very nice thing to do, but who knows what happens in four month. Never say never!

The Dedes seemed to have mellowed a bit since I last broached the issue of sales back in November. Then I had a riot on my hands and it took nearly a week to calm them down. Today, they just said it was wonderful news and they are looking forward to having a gig in the real world. Then they went off and continued doing their own thing. It makes me wonder if some of them aren’t ready to emigrate. Maybe Bobby is looking for a new job, or Cash Cow wants to move out of the garage. Who knows!

After my announcement, I made myself a cup of tea and sat on the deck for a while. I watched Sunny scavenging through the builders rubble and putting stuff to one side in a little pile. Sunny is a wannabe artist and he even imitated L’Artiste’s dress today. Personally, I don’t think I have ever seen him do any work. Though he is very good at talking about what he is going to do one day, when he has found a patron. So, I was more than surprised, seeing him dragging bits and pieces onto the deck.

“What are you doing there?” I asked as the stash grew.

“An artwork of course, I thought, now that you have organised a gallery space, I might be able to slip one or two of my artworks in. You wouldn’t mind, would you?”

“I can’t promise right now, I have to see them first.”

“I have this brilliant idea and you have to brace yourself… You will be blown away, just wait!”

First I have to see if he actually finishes something by the end of June.

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With the new crammed living conditions, Lou’s heartache flared up again. He is head over heels in love with Skeleton and doesn’t know what to do. Skeleton on the other hand finds his attention extremely scary and doesn’t want to have anything to do with him. She is in a steady relationship with Monster and has no intention of leaving him. Young Lou is quite depressed about it all and lies around a lot, doing nothing but staring into space.

This of course affects all the Dedes in a way and everybody has an opinion. I had to think long and hard about how to deal with it, and finally made up my mind last night: I am going to write a follow-up book to ‘Hermit’s Web’ in which Lou’s sufferings of unrequited love are recounted. A book just gives me that much more space to characterise everybody involved in more detail. I am really excited about sitting down and writing a longer story again and of course taking all the pictures to go with it. And don’t worry, the reports of daily life will continue on the blog.

When I told Lou about my plans, he just shrugged his shoulders and said: “Who cares, she still won’t love me”, but I thought I could detect a slight smile around the corner of his mouth. I think he might be just a smidgen pleased that somebody finally takes his pain seriously, even though he would never admit it.

pig catflap

A building site does have a strange attraction, doesn’t it! There is so much to see and do. No matter how often I tell the Dedes they shouldn’t go there, they just can’t stay away.

This morning they kept their voices down so they wouldn’t alert me to their whereabouts, but of course I could make out the pitter patter of their feet in the old living room. When I opened the door a fraction to check out what they were doing now, I heard the ca-lonk, ca-lonk of the cat flap opening and closing and saw them all escaping onto the deck. Only fat little Pig, the last one, got caught in it.

Pig’s mate Professor was very distressed about the accident and tried to pull from the other side. It must have hurt a bit, as Pig was  squeaking and squealing. I’m pretty sure the entire neighbourhood thought we were preparing it for our  Sunday roast. My biggest worry was that the noise would attract Nosy Neighbour’s attention and he would come over.  I couldn’t have coped with him on a Sunday morning, so I quickly helped Pig out. But I was certainly not impressed that they had ignored my warnings yet again.

daredevil on framing

The Dedes are under strict instructions not to go on the building site (which is just across the corridor) particularly when the builders are there. It is just too dangerous for them and I don’t want them to distract the workers. But today is Saturday and no builders are around and of course the cheeky little things know how much I like to have a sleep in.

When I got up, I heard something going on behind the closed door in what used to be the living room. Sure enough, when I opened the door I saw Daredevil sitting high up in the framing waving to a group of Dedes on the floor. He didn’t look too comfortable. The Dedes on the floor were chanting “jump, jump, jump….”

Daredevil is not a bright spark and a real loud mouth. You know, he is one of those puppets who, when you tell him you have ran a marathon, he would have ran two in a day and won both to boot. He always has to top your story, any story! Of course the other Dedes have great fun daring him to do silly things and watch him shit himself. He is usually unperturbed and goes ahead with any request, but he does it very, very slowly to give someone a chance to step in and rescue him, before he loses face by trying to back out.

Most of the time he counts on me. He knows exactly when the Dedes make too much of a racket  I will come along and have a look at what’s going on. I will tell them off, they look stupid and Daredevil is saved. His plan worked once again. I lifted him off the frame and shooed the others out of the room.