INT. ZOO — FARM EXHIBITS — CHICKEN COOP — DAY
Two hens, FRANCINE and BEATRICE, search the nests discreetly, speaking in broken hushed tones.
Now, dearie, the poor miss has a
right to her privacy, you know.
Wouldn’t be right to impose…
Oh, wake up, Francine! She hasn’t
laid but for cock. If I’d half the gall
that she, I’d sell nocturnities. Now,
help me with this damn roughage.
They locate their target—a suspiciously padded nest—and begin picking out straw with their beaks.
My, it’s quite stiff, now, isn’t it?
Oh, bless, how has the poor miss
Oi! What bird be slow?
They freeze. ZEE the fly and THOMAS the pigeon stand accusingly in the door.
Blast! We’ve been found out,
Francine. Quick, before our efforts
Oi! Bird! No need be move.
Timothy, get stick, watch
Yessir, Misser Fly, sir. …Ma’ams?
If y’d comes wiff me, if y’d like…
Unhand me, creature! Francine!
Arrest the foul trespass of this…
Err… Ain’t no mind t’be upsettin’
ya, ma’am, but—
All freeze, look at Zee.
No move egg, no help Zee. No
bird ‘cept help Zee. Yes?
Again, they all look at each other. A beat of hesitation.
(to Zee, suddenly business)
We keep the ones we move; our
identities remain discreet. Any
surplus we’ll overturn sans
Hear bird—watch for feather.
Girl bird help lift egg.
(a beat; to all)
Hundred egg, fifty minute. Keep
leg? Need best move.