girl meet a variety of monsters, demons, and ghosts who seem scary at first, though the most heinous thing they do is refuse to share food with the children.
"We haven't eaten for thirty days!" the children cry. But the ghost won't share the onion rings he's got in his secret pocket. While the boy looks for wild greens growing in Riverside Park, the little girl learns a secret recipe for stone candy soup from a crazy cow-beast with horns, three eyes, and a Tootsie Roll nose.
This is the point where the two real little girls in the seats in front of me start whispering to each other, comparing notes about the artistry of the puppets. I'd say they're about eight or nine and very self-confident. Very comfortable.
We're all comfortable in our ornate, mismatched retro theater chairs surrounded by art installations and the rich scent of theater. It reminds me of the Performance Network, back when the pole stood between the audience and performers.