Celebration of Achievement

(Just to remind Caroline of what she will be missing tonight)

Like a scene from The Lion King they begin to assemble, taking their places in the circle of light below the sinking scaffolding above the stage. Some take up their stance, like bold alphas, looking down upon those destined to remain in the dusty ground of the savanna, nearing the end of the dry season, and waiting for the life-giving 'varnishing' of the school holiday. Others reluctantly take their place on the high rock behind the pride leader, wishing they too could be among the lesser herds, not placed on display among the clothed hyena. One by one the various packs assemble, to watch the spectacle of colour and 'special occasion plumes' taking place on the stage. As the evening wears on, applause becomes stifled, muted. Some may find entertainment in chattering secretly about those on high, while others, grateful to be buried at the back of the pride may even manage to complete the crossword without being seen. All will turn away from the rock at the end of the gathering, drift back to the watering hole, savouring their survival, safe for another year.