The audience seemed way too young. It was long after their bedtime. Whisperers and wigglers, I suspected. Then the lights dimmed and the music began. The magic took over. I was wrong, of course, about their attention spans. The small ones were mesmerized during the entire production.
Even during the intermission, they remained hooked, slowly moving closer to the junkyard set where Old Deuteronomy remained onstage and in character for the young audience to examine him more thoroughly.