Thursday, August 15, 2013

Day 15 of 31! I have no idea where this idea came from.

So, there I was, feeding my daughter and then - wham! - this idea popped into my head. At first it was just the scarecrow and the farmer but then the crows got involved. Below, enjoy "Crow Mafia."

And did I mention that I have independently published my collection of the first ten 10-minute plays that have received full productions? Now available at Amazon. Looks like this:


Crow Mafia                                                                                                       Earl T. Roske

Scarecrow:            Anyone, any age.
Farmer Brown:      30s to 70s.

(Lights up on a field. Scarecrow is elevated, perhaps on a box. We can hear crows in the field. After a pause, farmer enters.)

                                                                              BROWN
Morning, Scarecrow.

                                                                              SCARECROW
Morning, Farmer Brown.

                                                                              BROWN
Nice weather, today.

                                                                              SCARECROW
Yep. Hear tell it’s gonna be a nice day, all day.

                                                                              BROWN
Really, now. Where you get that kind of knowledge.

                                                                              SCARECROW
Phil.

                                                                              BROWN
Phil?

                                                                              SCARECROW
Yep.

                                                                              BROWN
Now I may be confused, it being early in the morning and all, but I haven’t ever heard of no one near abouts named Phil.

                                                                              SCARECROW
                                                                              (Pointing.)
Well, that’s him over there.

                                                                              BROWN
Isn’t anyone that-a-way.

                                                                              SCARECROW
Yeah, he’s right there. Down right there.

                                                                              BROWN
That’s a crow, Scarecrow.

                                                                              SCARECROW
Yes, he is. Good with the weather, though.

                                                                              BROWN
I see. So you’re conversing with the crows, is it?

                                                                              SCARECROW
Well, yeah. Friendly is as friendly does.

                                                                              BROWN
Sure enough, but I didn’t put you up there to be friendly to the crows.

                                                                              SCARECROW
No. No I reckon you didn’t.

                                                                              BROWN
Fact is, I put you up there to scare away the crows. Kind of implied in your name: scare, crow. Scarecrow. You see it?

                                                                              SCARECROW
Yes, sir, Farmer Brown I am aware of my duties.

                                                                              BROWN
And you haven’t quite lived up to your duties it seems. There be a couple dozen crows around.

                                                                              SCARECROW
True. But, if you consider that a couple dozen is better than a couple hundred, well, that makes it seem like a couple dozen don’t much matter.

                                                                              BROWN
If there’s one, there’s a hundred. All crows have got to go. So, if you’ll pardon my being blunt, you need to get to scaring.

                                                                              SCARECROW
Well, I have done as you’ve required. But I’m only one scarecrow and I was having a might hard time trying to move off hundreds of crows. I’d scare them off from over here and they’d just fly over there. So then I’d scare them away from over there and they’d just fly on back to over here.

                                                                              BROWN
Nothing wrong with that. See, if they’re moving, they aren’t eating my corn.

                                                                              SCARECROW
Now, I know I’m just a strawhead, Farmer Brown, but I noticed that in the brief moment those crows touched ground, well, they’d get a couple kernels of corn. Considering there was hundreds of them that’s a lot of corn, even if just a kernel at a time.

                                                                              BROWN
Fair judgement, I’ll grant you that. But there aren’t hundreds now. There’s a hair over two dozen from the looks of it. That ought to be easy enough to scare off.

                                                                              SCARECROW
But the thing is, Farmer Brown, if I scare these crows off, then the hundreds will come back.

                                                                              BROWN
You’re right. You are a strawhead. How do you reckon scaring off these crows is going to attract hundreds more?

                                                                              SCARECROW
Phil.

                                                                              BROWN
Phil? The weather crow?

                                                                              SCARECROW
Oh, yes, but he’s more than just smart on the weather.

                                                                              BROWN
Oh, is he now? What else might he be?

                                                                              SCARECROW
Well, he don’t come right out and say it, but he’s -- 
                                                                              (Whispers)
the leader of the crow mafia.

                                                                              BROWN
Crow mafia?

                                                                              SCARECROW
Sh! He don’t like people talking about it. Almost lost one of my eyes until I learned it.

                                                                              BROWN
Now that’s just nonsense.

                                                                              SCARECROW
I promise you, Farmer Brown, that this isn’t nonsense. He come to me the other day and said he’d get rid of the hundreds of crows if I’d let him and a few “friends” hang out and help guard the fields.

                                                                              BROWN
And you believed him?

                                                                              SCARECROW
He proved it first. Made all the other crows go away.
                                                                              (Tries to snap his fingers.)
Just like that.

                                                                              BROWN
Just like that? That’s nonsense. You listen, Scarecrow, you make those crows get on out of my field or your straw is going to be in the belly of my prize heifer. That clear to your strawbrain?

                                                                              SCARECROW
Quite clear, Farmer Brown. But I would ask you to reconsider. A few crows is surely better than hundreds.

                                                                              BROWN
And no crows is better than any. Shoo them off. That’s what I put you here for.

                                                                              SCARECROW
Yes, sir, Farmer Brown.
                                                                              (To Phil.)
Phil? Hey, Phil! I’m really sorry, but you and your pals are going to have to move it on out of the fields.
                                                                              (Phil “caws.”)
Yes, yes. I did tell him. But I wasn’t able to make him see reason.

                                                                              BROWN
Now you stop with all this socialness. Shoo the crows.

                                                                              SCARECROW
Phil? You need to shoo now. Go on, shoo.
                                                                              (Phil “caws.”)
Yes, I know what’s going to happen.
                                                                              (Phil “caws.”)
Thank you for not taking it personal and the like.

(Sound of small group of birds flying away.)

                                                                              BROWN
No, there you go. No crows. So easy even you could do it.

                                                                              SCARECROW
It was a bad idea, Farmer Brown, sir.

                                                                              BROWN
Bad idea? Do you see any crows? I don’t see any crows. No crows is a good idea.

                                                                              SCARECROW
Over yonder.

                                                                              BROWN
                                                                              (Looking)
Where? That’s just a rain cloud. Looks like your pal, Phil, was wrong about the weather, too.

                                                                              SCARECROW
I don’t mean to seem disagreeable, Farmer Brown, but that’s not a rain cloud.

                                                                              BROWN
It most certainly is.
(Sound of hundreds, thousands, of birds flapping, cawing.)
I do stand corrected. That is a lot of crows.

                                                                              SCARECROW
Yes, sir, Farmer Brown. I did try to warn you.

                                                                              BROWN
Well, get Phil back here now! Call him. Hurry!

                                                                              SCARECROW
I don’t think it’s possible at his juncture. We’ve gone and disappointed Phil and I think the price is going to be high.

(Bird sounds are even closer, lights darken as the crows fill the sky.)

                                                                              BROWN
Next time you make a suggestion, Scarecrow.

                                                                              SCARECROW
Yes, sir?

(Bird sounds even louder, stage gets darker.)

                                                                              BROWN
Remind me of this day so I don’t forget to listen.

                                                                              SCARECROW
If I life to see another day, yes, sir, Farmer Brown.

                                                                              BROWN
I’ll check on you when it’s over. Good luck, Scarecrow.
                                                                              (Exits at a run.)

(Bird sounds get louder and louder and then suddenly veer away and grow softer and the light comes back up. A single crow “caws.”)

                                                                              SCARECROW
Why, yes, sir, Phil. I do believe you made your point.


                                                                              (Lights down.)

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