Then there's Woodland . . . Through the art of puppetry, Woodland 's anthropomorphic creatures come to life. Animals take on the distinct characteristics of so-called humans, yet frequently revert back to their own primal, animalistic behaviors, often at the most inopportune times. Thus you, the audience, oftentimes get a startling glimpse into your own psyche, frightful though that may be. Slip through the underbrush into Woodland . . .
Great trees reach above shaded hollows and dappled glens.
Tangled vines and clustered underbrush surround cool, dim, forest paths. Lazy creeks slip towards still ponds. Below, roots sink deep into musty earth. Time doesn't stand still in Woodland. It just doesn't move along quite as fast as in some other places.