To Think - I Was There

A triumph of artistic erudition, a monumental, historic production, played to houses hushed and full - Aesop's Fables with real animals - glorious choreographed interaction, among creatures of all extractions, audiences transfixed and beguiled by kings and queens of the stage, self-styled, discussed in every chic salon, until, an unfortunate contretemps, there was no hint of trouble or indication, when a bit a player forgot his station, and when the director fiercely drew a bead, the resultant kerfuffluous stampede was reported, sadly in Le Monde, and the curtain dropped on the show across the pond.