AT RISE:
The AUTHOR chips letters into a small piece of bark.
AUTHOR:
...Blackout. The end.
He leans back, smiling the smiley smile of one who has finished a great work.
AUTHOR:
At last! The day's update is complete!
He gives an elaborate whistle, and a messenger bird soars gracefully to his outstretched arm.
AUTHOR:
Well met Bartholomew, my old avian companion. I've a task for you!
The bird chirps happily, as the AUTHOR affixes the bark to its leg with a bit of twine.
AUTHOR:
Now go, Bartholomew, fly! Straight through the night! The update must get through!
The bird takes off in a flash.
AUTHOR:
To the internet with you, my friend! And may the north wind carry you swiftly!
He laughs joyfully. A WOMAN calls from offstage.
WOMAN:
Dinner!
AUTHOR:
Coming, mom!
He exits.
BLACKOUT. END PLAY.
14 years ago
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