EXT. BACKYARD – SOMETIME LAST YEAR
THE GODDESS and our WRITER look at the fence separating the backyard from THE CHICKENS’ MEADOW. Even though the gate to the meadow is closed, The Chickens are on the wrong side of the fence, and are buck-bucking through The Goddess’ GARDEN.
THE GODDESS
Either I increase the height of the fence or...
The Writer considers the fence: it’s about waist-high. A height he can no longer consider vaulting at his age and weight, but a height that is obviously no obstacle to the fowl nearby.
WRITER
Or?
THE GODDESS
Or I’m going to have to clip some wings.
He looks at Her, knowing how loathe She is to tamper with nature.
WRITER
You could glue some broken glass and bent nails along the top of the fence.
She looks at him.
Off Her look, he goes inside the house.
Sometimes a little lateral thinking just isn’t welcome.
Damn chickens. Hate em. Foul creatures. (HAHA! get it?) What about a shorter fence and a roof? ;)
i was a bit… cool on their arrival early last year.
but they’ve grown on me.