But those in the know, had a differing idea of what had might have been going on.
It seems that HM Weenerman was due to audition for a part in the annual Weenerman township Christmas pageant.
He was trying out for the part of Tree.
Being the consumate method-actor, the WeenerMan had decided that to act the part of Tree, he had to learn to think and tobe, well, the Tree.
And so shortly in the days before his big audition, he had been going out into the rough, climbing into the fork of a tree, and sitting there learning to be the Tree.
Every so often he would try to emit a low sound to mirror the sound of the wind as it coursed through the branches of the Tree.
Then abruptly on the day of the Christmas pageant tryouts, Weenerman was there in the line for the tryuout of the part of Rock.
As he explained it, one day he was sitting in the fork of the Tree, rehearsing his part when suddenly he was startled outof his concentration by high-pitched shreiking and noises and the sound of large bi-pedal creatures crashing through the under-brush.
The Weenerman pointed to the issue of the Clover County Swatter and said he wasn’t sure what it was, but there had to be something towhat the crafty-ladies were saying; there was something out there in the Roughs.
At any rate, the Weenerman decided there was no way that he could properly rehearse for the part of the Tree. So now he was trying out to play the part of Rock.
As it turned out, the part of Rock showed up in a short vignette of an Irish fable with some kind of lesson that a rolling stone gathers no moss.
The part would require the person playing the part of Rock to turn a few soersaults on stage, to help illustrate the lesson.
The WeenerMan had been a shoe-in for the part until he discovered that he couldn’t hire a stunt-double to do the somersaults for him.
As the WeenrMan put it, "How can I lend credibility to the part of Rock, if I am going to have to do my own stunt-work?"