Suzanna

A long time ago, 20 odd years ago actually, there lived a box of chocolates. Now these chocolates were not your normal, everyday chocolates who did normal, everyday things. These chocolates loved making people fall in love with them, then making them sick.

How did they do this? Well, the usual way you know? They used to look as beautiful as ever, so people would go “I want. I want.” But once people took them and had them in their tummies, these nasty little chocolates would turn into the mean little monkeys they actually were. They would run all around the stomach doing their little tribal dance, and the person whose stomach they were dancing in, felt ill. And if that person opened his mouth, you could actually hear the drum beats these little chocolate monkeys made from inside. Burp, burp, burp, it went.

Now the tribal chocolate monkeys and their tribe increased and flourished, till one day, one of the normal chocolates said, “We really need to do something about these guys.”

So the fluffy chocolate bunnies waged war against the tribal chocolate monkeys. It was a war of nuts. Crushed peanuts and macadamia nuts and walnuts were all thrown at each other. Till one tribal chocolate monkey screeched, “Enuffffff, if I get hit by one more nut, I’m going to turn into a nut.”

So the two nutty factions stopped. And reached an agreement.
Said the head of the fluffy chocolate bunnies, “We want you to make it clear to people that you cause harm. It’s not fair that you cheat people like this.”

Said the tribal chocolate monkey head (after much consultation with the rest of his team), “Ok, come tomorrow, and we’ll show you what we will do.”

The next day dawned bright and early. The fluffy chocolate bunnies were there early. When the other team came and showed them their plan, the fluffy choco bunnies were pleased, “Ah, now everyone will know that you are actually harmful.”

“And the best part is no one will finish it off, so there’s always a bit of us left behind for future generations, you know,” said the tribal monkey chief.

“Death By Chocolate. Let’s hope the market buys it," said one of the fluffy bunnies as he hopped off.


(poster in Cornerhouse)