I’m pleased to say that this giddiness is shared by the good folks at Page Street Kids, who have done many wonderful things to get the word out. They’ve sponsored a capybara through the World Wildlife Fund. They’ve set me up with book signings and school visits. They’ve created book plates and buttons and other bits of capybara swag. They’ve even sent me a capybara stuffed animal. (Gotta have my stuffy!)
They’ve also created an activity packet. Included in this packet is a capybara drawing guide by Illustrator Extraordinaire Jaimie Whitbread. And I don’t care how artistically challenged you might be, Whitbread’s simple, step-by-step instructions will get you drawing a Guinea Big of your very own!
So give it a try, my friends! And by all means, feel free to share your work in the comments! Or share whatever else you want to say in the comments. I like chatting with you.
So instead of asking David about the book or his profession, I thought I’d come up with questions that had nothing to do with anything. Enjoy!
You have 30 minutes to prepare for the coming zombie apocalypse. How would you use this time?
I’d start by saying the Serenity Prayer repeatedly. Once I accepted the idea that this was one of those “things I cannot change,” I’d look around and see what I was leaving undone. (Unlike Brad Pitt, I’m not prone to feel I have much power to overcome a bunch of zombies.)
I’d realize that 30 minutes isn’t long enough to finish revising my Great American Novel, so I’d call my sisters and my friends and tell them I love them. I’d hug my partner and our dogs close and tell them I love them, too. Then I’d insist we watch the Chuckles the Clown’s funeral episode of The Mary Tyler Moore Show for the last time. It’s best to go out laughing.
You are given the chance to yell at any historical figure. Who would you choose and what would you say?
Millard Fillmore. I’d shout, “What are you, crazy?! Would it kill you to listen to that nice Mrs. Hale and declare Thanksgiving a national holiday? What have you got to lose? Nobody’s gonna remember your presidency, anyway.”
Which extinct animal would you keep as a pet?
Saber-toothed tiger. That should protect me against the coming zombie apocalypse.
But – could I get somebody else to clean the litter box? Is Wilma Flintstone included in this deal?
If you could have a small speaking part (one to three lines) in any motion picture, which movie and role would you select?
The Butler. I’d be great playing Oprah’s white love child. I’d even let her slap me.
God grants you a one-question interview. Which mystery of the universe would you solve?
I’d want to know: Is life really a big classroom? Are we here to learn and evolve into more loving men and women, or are we here to just enjoy life?
I’m guessing this would happen after the zombie thing, so hopefully I won’t regret the half-hour I spent watching Chuckles the Clown.
Now it’s your turn! Leave me an answer to any one of these questions in the comment section! I do so love your comments.