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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."

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."

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