EXT. ZOO — FARM EXHIBITS — CHICKEN COOP — NIGHT
LOU the crow paces nervously. LIONEL the rooster calmly watches.
Listen heres, son. You ain’t one to
be holdin’ hisself for the workin’s
of his neighbor. ‘Tain’t how the
world goes—‘n’ neither’d be how
Lord’d want. Not ‘is way. What you
t’be holdin’, son, is an eye on ya
own’s good—th’only thing you’ve
a hold on, this world: yo’s life. Never
letch yo neighbor be you. Can’t be—
never will. Almost much as you him.
Way it should ‘n’ will. …Yunnastand,
Yeah, yeah. I thinks, I thinks. Can’t
be the Man; a wise guy don’t try.
Best I can dos is be Lous.
‘N’ there it is—the right truth of it.
Mayhaps you’s quicker than seems,
son. A might fire for lordship be in
you, ‘n’ that ain’t just somethin’
said. You’s ever consider a walkin’
with the lord, son?
Naw, naw. Ain’t for crows, ain’t for
crows. ‘Sides, someone’s gotta keep
a beak on Manny. Needs a wing.
Mayhaps you’s right—shepherd’s
place with his sheep, one’d say.
The lord ‘ready puts where needs
be: wheres is.
You’sa make a fine preacher, son.
Someday, might think on it. But as
for now, you’s sheep needs you
more. A fine oblige.