After dinner, the small group gathered in the living room, drank wine and played a friendly game of charades. It was Gordo’s turn to make mysterious gestures.
Foolyman shouted his guesses.
“A bird!”
“A chicken!”
“A chicken laying an egg!”
“A hyperactive chimpanzee!”
“You’re at a chalkboard!”
“Einstein!”
“No, you’re rowing a boat–a gondolier!”
“A pole vaulter!”
“You’re a knight who is jousting, and your poor old horse has a really bad limp!”
“Your horse has rheumatism!”
“YOU have rheumatism!”
“You don’t make any sense!”
“That must be it. You’re mad!”
“You’re the Mad Hatter!”
“No, you don’t have a hat. That’s obviously wrong. Forget that.”
“You’re a windmill.”
“You’re a windmill somewhere near Amsterdam.”
“You’re that windmill in Don Quixote.”
“You’re a windmill in a hurricane! A Category 5 hurricane!”
“You’re playing patty-cake with forty people!”
“You drank too much wine!”
“You’re my neighbor’s crazy cat and he’s got fleas!
“You’re wildly indecisive!”
“No? Okay. It must be something. But I’m stumped. Let me think. Let me think. You’re at an auction–no–that can’t be right. You’re a gigantic moth rampaging through the streets of Tokyo–but that’s would be completely ridiculous.”
“You’re Michelangelo painting the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel and you’ve lost your balance!”
“You’re a castaway on a desert island and you’re desperately trying to wave down a passing freighter, but they don’t see you, and your life depends on it! That explains why you’re jumping up and down!”
“It’s a bizarre ancient ritual, and you’re trying to summon the ghost of Methuselah! The ghost of Hamlet! Nebuchadnezzar!”
“It’s a strange type of dance! It’s the locomotive! It’s the locomotive with spirit fingers! It’s a combination of the cha-cha and breakdancing! And the funky chicken!”
Poor exhausted Gordo finally surrendered.
“I’ve got it! I’ve got it! You’re surrendering!”