Katrina and Leopoldo were particularly amused to watch me "get into character" for the last entry, laying out on the floor, writhing around brokenly, etc. If you can't do it right, I say, why bother?
We had to preserve this, of course, but there's no way we were going to take the book with us and if we took the page, well, what would be the fun in that? Do you have any idea how tough it is to find a photocopy machine on a Sunday there?!
We spent the rest of the vacation squealing "Its eyes -- its hideous eyes!" whenever there was a lull in the conversation. Made for fun for passersby. Heck, it still does.
