EXT. ZOO — AFRICAN PLAINS — DAY
BETH, an ostrich, scrutinizes the grass. JAMIL the gazelle sky-gazes.
The fuck is this. What is this. You
see this? This what they feed you
poor buggas? I tell ya, I could use
this to scrape a dish. Like shrapnel…
Where you come from, it have such
Yeah, sure. Whateva. Who knows.
Because many time I have thought,
what make this sun so shy? It
beautiful when it shine, but it too
afraid to stay for long.
I hope, one day, it not be frighten.
That make Jamil feel warm.
Hey, you any idea when they
restock this thing? My teeth bein’
busted on this stuff. D’aint pretty.
They try’na grow bamboo, I’ve
news for ‘em.
Yeah, who’s askin’.
Have you ever wonder, what if the
stars be like the sun? Great big
circles of warm and light?
Think I swallowed a filling…
The stars… The sun! Such brothers
they seem. If only they could see
each other’s face.
Hey, Chief—you plans for that?
‘Cause this here stuff’ll shred me,
it comes out…