EXT. MEADOW – MORNING
TITLE: Monday
A fine shower of BANTAM MIX descends on FOUR CHICKENS who set upon gobbling up the tasty seed ingredients.
GODDESS
(sing-song)
Hello girls.
THE GODDESS, dressed for Her day job, tosses up another handful of bantam mix --
-- a second shower of bantam mix falls about the chickens, the beaks pecking greedily in all directions.
One chicken in particular – we shall call her BUFFY – looks up from the seeds on the ground and goes up to The Goddess.
GODDESS
Hello Buffy.
Buffy pecks Her TROUSERS.
GODDESS
Watch it.
Buffy pecks at Her trousers again.
GODDESS
Oh alright.
She crouches beside the chicken – Buffy opens her wings at the sudden movement and we see that the clipped feathers from the previous episode are MUCH shorter now – and offers a palm of bantam mix. Buffy pecks at the proffered seeds.
BUFFY
(low)
Booooaaaahh.
The Goddess looks over her shoulder --
ANGLE ON our WRITER, also dressed for his day job, looking on from the BACKYARD.
WRITER
All’s well that ends well, eh?
The Goddess looks at the chicken eating out of her hand.
CLOSE on Her look of satisfaction.
CUT TO:
EXT. MEADOW – AFTERNOON
Three chickens crowd the GATE, looking out into the backyard.
We hear a car door open in the distance as --
EXT. DRIVEWAY – CONTINUOUS
-- our Writer closes the door of the SPORTSWAGON and --
EXT. BACKYARD – CONTINUOUS
-- he wearily approaches the BACKDOOR. He sees the chickens staring at him through the gate.
BUFFY
(O.O.S.; low)
Boooaaahh.
He looks down to see a lone chicken standing before him, opening and closings her wings with some measure of pride.
He crouches in front of her, holding up his CELLPHONE, thumb holding down the ‘Camera’ button. He frames the chicken who pecks at his trouser leg – and takes a photo.
WRITER
I hereby rename you....
ANGLE ON our Writer’s cellphone screen as he selects The Goddess’s cell number – he thumbs ‘Send’.
WRITER
(cont’d)
... Steve McQueen.
FADE OUT.
No chickens were harmed in either the actual events or this subsequent dramatisation.
