I hang up and watch the vlog. I see a very upset and clearly emotional me saying things I really mean but I do sound a bit like a teacher. I’m also so involved in what I’m saying that I completely fail to notice Dave, who has slinked up behind me and spotted Grandad’s wading bird calendar lying on the bench.
Dave doesn’t like birds. And she really doesn’t like ringed plovers. Even paper ones.
When she spots the ringed plover, Dave decides to lift herself up on two legs and dance hypnotically from side to side. She’s better that the “Thriller” cat and looks like she’s been trained by the world’s best choreographers. She then starts diving up and down on top of the plover, licking, head-butting it and twizzling her bum on it.
Figuratively, they escaped from Count Olaf and their miserable existence. They did not literally escape, because they were still in his house and vulnerable to Olaf’s evil in loco parentis ways. But by immersing themselves in their favorite reading topics, they felt far away from the ir predicament, as if they had escaped.