(an evil guard sits at a gate with a rifle, wearing a pistol, kicking back, relaxing, singing grotesque songs)
EVIL GUARD:
(singing to the tune of “Buffalo Girls”) OH! Skeleton Girls Won’t Ya Come Out Tonight, Come Out Tonight, Won’t Ya Come Out Tonight! Skeleton Girls Won’t Ya Come Out Toniiiiiiiiight! AAAAAAAaaaaaaaaand Dance By the Light of the Bloated Red and Bloody Moooooon! (he laughs evilly and horribly)
SKELETON GIRL:
(approaches, afraid and reluctant, carrying a suitcase bulging with clothes, her only possessions in the world — she coughs constantly, she is shivering and miserable, cold and hungry) Sir? Excuse me (cough cough) Excuse me Sir!
EVIL GUARD:
(looks up and laughs) Oh! Here’s another one, right on time! Another Skeleton Girl! Happy Halloween! Trick or Treat, Smell My Feet! Give me something good — (pauses, looking the Skeleton Girl up and down) — I was about to say “something GOOD to eat” but you aren’t that discriminating, are you? No, you’d probably like to eat one of my BOOTS! Wouldn’t you? Ha ha!
SKELETON GIRL:
Sir, I’d like to leave the city. I have family in the country. And I need to go to them, I’m not well. I have the Illness.
EVIL GUARD:
Oh I bet you have “THE ILLNESS” — that would probably be the one called STUPIDITY, right? A LOT of people are suffering the sneezes and coughs of THAT particular “illness.” Another one wants to FLEW, huh? One flew over the coo-coo for coco puffs.
SKELETON GIRL:
Please, Sir. Can I pass your gate.
EVIL GUARD:
(snaps his fingers) Give me your paperwork. (snaps again) Come on come on!
SKELETON GIRL:
Please, Sir. I need my family. Can I pass your gate?
EVIL GUARD:
Oh, you don’t HAVE any paperwork, do you! You don’t HAVE permission, do you! You don’t HAVE much of anything, do you! (leaps to his feet) You’re probably one of those idiotic CHRISTIANS aren’t you!
SKELETON GIRL:
(humbly) Yes. I am.
EVIL GUARD:
(in shrill, insipid, mocking voice) Oh! God will take care of me! He takes care of the BIRDS! Doesn’t He? He takes care of the FLOWERS! Doesn’t He? Well LOOK AT YOU! (he walks around her) Filthy! You don’t LOOK much like a bird. No no no — (he sniffs her) and WHOOOOOOH! You don’t SMELL much like a flower! Maybe that’s why God hasn’t taken care of you…
SKELETON GIRL:
(looks up and stands straighter) But He has taken care of me. He has given me EVERYTHING!
EVIL GUARD:
Everything! Right! I think you mean NOTHING! Look at me! I was smart. I prepared. I’ve got these warm clothes, and my belly is fuller than it ever has been before! And you! You’re starving, you’re cold, and you probably don’t have ANYwhere to live!
SKELETON GIRL:
God has worked miracle after miracle in my life. He has taken care of me and protected me. Just this morning a piece of bread fell down out of the sky. I saw a bird flying away. God fed me this morning…
EVIL GUARD:
(snickering and simpering) A piece of bread fell from the sky! And I suppose a glass of juice fell down too, huh, to complete your Continental Breakfast! Look at me! I had steak and eggs just an hour ago! The steak was this thick! (holds up his fingers to show several bloated inches, and then increases the size to exaggerate the hugeness) And hot coffee, and a snifter of brandy, and the sweetest cinnamon roll ever to walk the earth! MMMMmmmmm! It was delicious! What? What was that noise? (cocks his head comically and listens to her belly) Why, I think it was your tummy-tum-tum trying to communicate with me! Why yes, I think it is saying that it wants a new God! Haaahhaaahhhaaahhhaaaa!
SKELETON GIRL:
God is with me. Who can be against me?
EVIL GUARD:
WHO can be against you? ME, for one. And I am against you! I don’t like stupid people. And I don’t like cold hungry people. And chiefly: I DON’T LIKE YOU! (pulls out his pistol and plays with it) Do you know what the good thing about martial law is?
SKELETON GIRL:
I am just an earthen vessel, but a treasure is hidden in me…
EVIL GUARD:
(interrupting) THE GOOD THING ABOUT MARTIAL LAW IS — are you listening? The good thing is, it is okay to SHOOT stupid people! Now skedaddle! Hear? RUN! Or I’m going to put a few holes in this cold, stinking, hungry earthen vessel! I’m going to aerate you! Afterwards I’ll give you a glass of water and you’re going to spring leaks like Daffy Duck! RUN! Go on! Get out of here! Stinking Bible thumper!
SKELETON GIRL:
(turns sadly and slowly walks away) God is with me . . . God is with me . . . God is with me…
EVIL GUARD:
Go on! RUN! RUN! (bursts into laughter) Just like the rest of ’em! Bunch of terrified sheep! (laughs evilly, kicks back in his chair and puts his hands behind his head)
SKELETON GIRL:
(stops, listens to still small voice) Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not to your own understanding. (puts hand on heart) There is a treasure, inside me. For God’s glory…
(she turns and slowly approaches the Evil Guard — he doesn’t seem to see her!)
EVIL GUARD:
(leaps to feet) WHO GOES THERE! (looks about but looks RIGHT THROUGH the girl, not seeing her) Skeleton Girl? Is it you? Yooooo-hooooooo! Come-out-come-out-wherever-you-are! Olley-olley-oxen-free! Yooooo-Hooooooo!
SKELETON GIRL:
The treasure He has given me —
EVIL GUARD:
(startled, whirls about) WHAT?! WHO SAID THAT?!
SKELETON GIRL:
(continuing) — it will last forever, throughout eternity. My outside might look filthy and cold and hungry, but inside I am alive, and bright, and shining!
EVIL GUARD:
(drops gun) Is this some kind of trick? Is this a joke? Where’s the hidden camera, huh? Hello? (begins backing away)
SKELETON GIRL:
Though a thousand might fall on one side, and ten thousand on the other, nothing will come near me . . . because I have his shield of faith. I’m not afraid of your bullets, or of the cold. Because He is with me!
EVIL GUARD:
(scrambling away) Leave me alone! I want no part of you! Just leave me ALONE! (exits)
SKELETON GIRL:
(murmuring, begins walking toward the country) I thank You for Your strength, Lord. I thank You for Your protection. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies…
(exits, on the way to her family in the country)
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