Now that some of the Animals have decided to put together a scrapbook of the wedding, it's less of a blur to us all.
This snapshot really caught my eye - at the time of the wedding celebration, I never noticed that Lambchoppie and Miss Mousie had wandered off together. They spent quite a time arm in arm in the gazebo with Miss Mousie reminiscing about her own weddings.
"You've been married?" asked Lambchoppie in surprise.
"Oh yes, many times," Miss Mousie said, "in a sense."
"But - when - how - but -" Lambchoppie couldn't seem to formulate a sentence.
"Focus," Miss Mousie suggested, firmly but kindly.
"My question is...What do you mean?" Lambchoppie finally asked.
"I really can't waste time explaining that," Miss Mousie said in her most definite tone of voice.
Lambchoppie sighed and leaned back happily. "You know, that is such a good philophosy."
"Yes," Lambchoppie agreed vigorously, "philophosy. Grown-ups can spend way too much time explaining things. Especially at school," she added rather sadly. "Just think of all that wasted time. Just gathering dust in all the schools of the Entire Universe. Horrible."
Miss Mousie got that look she has when she is going to tell you one of the Real Facts. "We compost it, actually," she said in a low thrilling voice. "Time is never wasted."
Lambchoppie heaved another happy sigh. "I just love you, Miss Mousie. Tell me a wedding story."
"I'll do better than that," Miss Mousie said. "I'll give you a wedding song. But we'll need the help of Johnny Jack Poetry for that..."