I’m Teaching Drama
R. and N. are apple picking, a family in a van drives up and piles out of their van. They are loud, but excited. Each child has an apple picker as pictured below.
R. and N. try to move to a quieter place, but their noise is a little excessive. But, hey, they’re excited and isn’t that nice?’
Mom: (loudly) Isn’t this going to be fun girls?
Girls: random shrieking and yelling
Oldest Girl: I don’t want to put on bug spray.
Mom: Well, you have to, so shut up.
(N. and R. exchange looks and back further away)
Dad: (yelling so loud everyone in the orchard can hear and holding his head) Oh my God you hit me with that! Watch the hell what you’re doing. What is wrong with you.
Mom: Tell your father your sorry.
Dad: That’s it you cannot pick apples.
Mom: Yes she can! You’re fine.
Dad: I’m bleeding.
Mom: No you are not.
Dad: (getting louder) Damn it, I am bleeding. Look at this. I am bleeding.
Mom shoos the girls away while Dad goes and stares at himself in the mirror, observing his minor scratch. A few minutes pass.
Dad: (to no one in particular, but loud enough for everyone to hear) IT CONTINUES TO BLEED.
N. and R. must run quickly away to muffle their laughter.
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