Scene: We see a girl standing by a chair in the middle of the stage. A boy stands offstage, with a knife, where no one can see him.

Nar.: Here we come upon our protagonist as she knits wool booties for her kitten, Mitsy.

(Girl sits and acts as if she's knitting)

Girl: Ah, what a beauteous thing to see the lava gleam so greenly in the cauliflower dress. How rarely I ponder the defamation of my ancient kneepads among the tulips.

(Boy, offstage, steps forward with knife in hand.)

Boy: I see the sounds of a thousand headstrong oaks.

(Boy stabs girl, who falls to the ground.)

Boy: I gratify the spirits in the dance of endless nobility. But in the beginning, I taste the triumph of distraught cacti.

(While the boy speaks, the girl removes the knife and stands. Then she stabs the boy. The boy clutches his chest.)

Boy: I am blessed by the pencil's canine heart.

(Boy falls to the ground, dead.)

Girl: The curdled milk does not fight the silken crow.

(Girl falls down dead. They remain that way for several seconds, then rise and bow together.)

Girl: Thus we see the insanity of our lives.

THE END

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