Treed, Part Two:The Rescue! (re-enacted (badly)

Let’s replay the scene…

“Do-do-do-do-do…I wonder where the Smitty got hisself to?”
“Miaux! Miaux!”
“O no! Mr. Smee! He’s caught in the tree!”
“Miaux!”
“I’ll save you Mister Smee!”
“Miaux”
“I’m coming, Mr. Smee!

[Inane! Predictable! Maudlin! – ed.]
[So? -- other ed.]
[So, I need to step in and cut it off before it sullies the reputation of this fine blog!—ed.]
[over my dead (cyber) body! – other ed.]
[I don’t mean to sound presidential, but “Bring it on!” – ed.]

[[at this point, we step back one more level, out of that frame to yet another wider reality in which that reality (that you thought was the real one) is actually contained,.
--(cf. The Saragossa Manuscript, Mariushka dolls, Plato’s “parable of the cave,” The Matrix, Boethius, St. Elsewhere, and (one suspects) Lost) –
to report that the “eds” tussle and wrassle and kick up a cloud of dust through which can be discerned (dimly)the words:
TO BE CONTINUED ! ]]