Hard to Capture

It's hard to capture the entire story, but here's the gist:

Once upon a time there were two liiiiiitle ambulances. And they lived in the country. And there were two firetrucks. The firetrucks crashed into the tree. And the tires popped. So the liiiiitle ambulances came to help them. A big ambulance came to help the big people. And they took them to the hospital where the hospital people took care of them. Then the ambulances went back home. That's the end.

And it's even harder to capture the visuals, but here's the gist:

Wrig is in the tub, up to her chin in bubbles, telling a story to a duck hand puppet (because the duck told a story first and that's the deal: if the duck - or the mommy or the daddy - tells you a story, you have to tell a story back). While she is telling the story, she makes zero eye contact. She is either looking at her feet or the ceiling or the bubbles - anywhere but at the duck or the daddy (who happens to cramping up from holding the duck in an attentive posture). And while she is telling the story, it is physically impossible for her to sit still. She kicks her feet, squirms her bottom. At one point, she turned so her back was to me, dipped her hair back into the water and did the upside-down splits, exactly like those swimming ballet movies from the 50's. At another point in the story, she went into a prolonged series of yoga movements: downward dog to plank, downward dog to plank, again and again.

I'm not sure if her squirminess was self-consciousness or simply a physical manifestation of the agonies ofthe creative process, but it was simultaneously acrobatic, awe-inspiring, and funny as all hell.