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Scene I:
A dull and dreary day.
What else can you say?
"Eustice, youre always such a bore."
Why, thank you, Isadore."
"They say a door is nothing on its own;
it must lead somewhere.
Id like to go somewhere.
We could go for a look-about in the attics and the closed rooms
find diaries and letters of long-dead distant lovers.
Itd be just like when we were children sneaking all around
we wouldnt make a sound;
theyd beat us black and blue if we were found,
but they cant touch us now!
"Izzy, dont mean to be a bore
but really Isadore.
You know these grey days make me blue.
I dont know what to do.
No...theres nothing I want to do."
Scene II
The dull and dreary day becomes a dark and stormy night.
"Eustice, we could go outside and bottle fireflies.
Fairy lamps burn bright
in the face of stormy night
and the old black umbrella
could keep us from all harm.
We could go to the lichyard and see what theres to see.
Maybe a cabal meets underneath the banyan trees.
Itd be just like when we were children sneaking all around
we wouldnt make a sound;
we thought theyd reach out from their graves and drag us down,
but they dont scare us now!"
"Izzy, dont mean to be a drag
but Ill do no such thing;
Im staying in this chair.
Id probably break my neck
falling in an open grave
or catch some horrid, fatal ache."
"Oh Eustice, come with me; come outside.
Itll be all right."