The puppets, which the actors hold in front of their faces and manipulate, in Single Carrot Theatre's adaptation of Castaneda's books about the teachings of Don Juan, an indigenous witch doctor, were actually really cool, with intense sparkling eyes. But they also served a dramatic purpose: Part of the plot revolves around the fact that scholars and reporters have questioned the veracity of the books of Castaneda, who was an anthropologist and claimed scientific validity for his mystical work. They claimed he invented Don Juan, so seeing the Indian master as puppet keeps that mystery alive by separating real people from literary characters. (It also kept anyone from having to go all Johnny Depp and do Indian blackface.) Still, Lewis as Don Juan talked kind of like that Indian who cried in the pollution commercial in the '70s, all stilted and profound.