MountainMornings

There we were, in idyllic Malibu, when someone, I think it was the young granddaughter had an idea. “Let’s make a movie.” And she thought the narrator should be a French Bulldog.

See there’s this sort of normal American family, and every time they take a vacation something curious always happens. Like the time the grandson was bit by a Portuguese Man of War, in Hawaii. The parents are both doctors so a tragedy was averted and the tentacles were removed.

It just so happened that on this very trip to California the whole family caught Covid. Now everyone was vaccinated but still the mom had it the worst. But just as the grandparents were due to arrive, a sand bee bit the mom on her ring finger. OUCH

Who ever heard of sand bees?

Anyway, the poor mom had to have her wedding rings cut off. They tried everything they could think of to slide her rings off, but nothing worked. Eventually they had to drive down the windy, treacherous canyon road to the urgent care.

Since the family was serenaded by a pandemonium of parrots and a few showy peacocks every day, the young girl thought she would sweeten this trip with another catastrophe. What if a peacock bit her on the nose?

Our screenplay took a different turn once the uncle and aunt arrived. They wanted motivation… and plot… and music of course! Suddenly I volunteered to be the villain.

Our movie is still in development. There’s a strange blue triangle house we need to explore and we still have to jump a fence and catch a peacock. Also we had a small mishap in casting.

Nana fell off the bottom rung of the bunk bed ladder. It wasn’t a pretty sight but she won’t be hopping any fences soon. Stay tuned for the trailer!