A Fable

I’ve made a few minor edits on this one, posted a while back, and thought it apt:

 

THE END OF TIME: A SHORT PLAY

Scene 1: (Idyllic setting: a family is picnicking on the grass.)

ENTER Chicken Little (running): The sky is falling! The sky is falling!

(Confusion. Alarm.)

EXEUNT ALL

 

Scene 2: (A publisher’s office.)

Writer: So, if I change it so that Chicken Little’s an idiot, you’ll publish it?

Publisher: Absolutely. It can’t miss. I think it’s the next big thing, exactly what readers are looking for.

Writer: OK, then, 50-50 on film and TV, 50/50 on foreign sales, but I retain the merchandising rights.

Publisher (rising from behind his desk): It’s a deal!

(They shake hands.)

 

Scene 3: (Idyllic setting: a family is picnicking on the grass. One child, a girl, is playing with a Chicken Little doll. The other, a boy, with a toy gun.)

ENTER Chicken Little (running): The sky is falling! The sky is falling!

Mother: Oh, for goodness sake! We’re sick of that story. What do you take us for, a bunch of morons?

Father: Yeah, go cluck yourself!

Boy (with toy gun): Bang! You’re dead.

Girl (with Chicken Little doll): Chicken Little! It’s you!

(Parents laugh.)

 (The sky falls.)

 

THE END

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