Teletubbing

Attached to a sloping hill, in a place not far from here, is a large and sprawling park. In this park are several giant Belgian hares - some say rabbits - perusing the vegetation in their quiet, nervous way, foraging as God intended for them to do amongst the grasses. A gentle breeze, accompanied by the sounds of birds, stirs the carpet of flowers peppering the ground from here to the horizon.

You stand at the top of the hill overlooking the scene. You are fully ten feet tall (with your hat) and you can hardly bend your arms or your knees. You adjust the gigantic head so that you can see more clearly. A giggle begins. You turn clumsily to see other tinky-winkies and laa-laa's beside you, stumbling up to the lip of the hill, wrestling with costumes. There is an expectant pause. Suddenly an anonymous dipsy yells, "Race ya," and as one body, the whole lot of overstuffed, brightly colored teletubbies plunges over the cusp, tumbling, twirling, spinning, rolling, laughing. Thin ribbons of sky and grass, sky and grass spin across your view with the occasional rabbit (or hare) springing lightly away. Off in the far distance you can just make out a little po following the herd down, down, down…

…to a conveyor belt where you lay laughing and giggling and feeling very dizzy and very happy, and in this condition you are brought again to the top of the hill.

*sigh*

daily, weekly, and monthly passes available.

(with beer tent.)