A Sheep in Wolf's clothing

We put up the first official showing of the Guild o'Gimmicks this morrow. Jelrin and I performed a little story I cooked up some hours before (yes, that's about as much fore-planning I can keep in my head, alright?). I call it - tada - A sheep in wolf's clothing.
It's about a wolf who kidnaps a Princess (that turns out to be a jester but the wolf is near-sighted so he never knows). The reason is not to eat her, but to convince her that he is a great dancer and also worthy of attending the ball. The jester/princess is a picky type though, demanding great sacrifices from the wolf in order to deem him worthy of the ball -- first he has to learn to stand on two legs, then to get rid of his tail, his fur and eventually everything that makes him wolf (we had a bucket of water so Jelrin could wash his sooted face off at the end). By that time I'd say the audience was mostly rooting for the poor dance-interested wolf rather than the picky princess - just as I had hoped! And in the end it turned out the princess/jester (that'd be me) really couldn't dance at all -- and it is the wolf that rejects her ("No ball for you!" was the running slogan throughout). So he goes to the ball whereas she is left in the woods, crawling into the empty wolf's pelt he left behind ... mmmmm, symbolism.

Jelrin made a great performance as the wolf and looked positively horrendous with that big old wolf's pelt and sooted skin.  I never thought he'd actually jump into the crowds to have them rip the tail off him!  He cut the tail beforehand, but good thing that Skrell'eth was there or he would still be there tugging ... Good times. I think the crowd was pleased, I love to see so many smiles around. The kids loved it, I could tell, and that's always the best measure.

Afterwards, a pompous fellow appeared and thanked us, the Guild o'Gimmics, for the show. Put flower circlets on our heads and everything. I was too baffled to even thank him properly. Oh and he paid us too.