Electric Katfish wrote:What I do remember is that once I was in place, Connie was effectively behind me and to my left. I needed the monster close enough to effectively lunge forward and take Debbie's foot. I reached, I stretched — and Connie, just six inches or so out of reach, might as well have been on the moon.
Yup. Just like the movies.
I got my legs under me, just so — and I kicked upward and back. I got my back clear of the mire and flung myself backwards, reaching for all I was worth — and got a good handful of prehistoric sucking toad.
"Okay, Fred. Now that I've got Connie, what would you like to do with her?"
I turned to look at Fred and felt myself settle back into the muck. The clay felt like a creamy strait-jacket.
"With you out of frame, I need the monster to lunge forward and latch on to Debbie's foot."
"Do I need to move anywhere from where I am now?"
"Hang on." Fred adjusted his camera. "No. I've got you effectively out of the frame. As long as you don't move we should be fine."
As if I was going anywhere but down.
"I'd like to try a practice lunge, but it's been my experience in the recording studio that the practice take is often the keeper. You want to roll footage on this?"
"Sure! Why not? Stand by …"
I checked my grip, trying to make sure I could actually move the toad in this stuff.
Fred got his camera parked in 'Record Standby' mode. "And … action!"
Debbie relaxed by the clay, her foot dangling seductively. I lifted Connie just enough so I wasn't trying to drag her through the clay and flung her forward.
"Cut!"
"How was that?"
"Pretty good, but I need Connie's mouth to open as she goes for Debbie's foot."
This is a monster, Katherine. A pre-historic carnivore. She is NOT a foam-rubber appliance! I shifted my grip — and my position — to better reach Connie's mouth from underneath and re-set the toad's position in the pit.
I sank to my shoulders …
To be continued …
