EXT. ZOO — AFRICAN PLAINS — DAY
A Thomson’s GAZELLE alone on the savanna. ZEE the fly buzzes nearby.
The grass… This taste! One cannot
believe. Please—I beg—what make
such rich grass? Such flavor?
“Fertilize.” What is this word?
Make grow. In soil. Plenty use.
Fertilizer… I like this word! It make
grass greener, it be Jamil’s friend.
What else do with this “fertilizer”?
Nothing. Is all. Zee collect,
redistribute—is bore. No need
‘cept for grow.
Ah, to have such purpose so pure…
What make such a thing?
Is fece. From park store.
You mean—this “fece”—it
something one must buy?
Store. Where keep food and produce.
Ah, Jamil think he see. One make
fece fruit, then fertilize grass.
Grass grow green like fruit.