INT. ZOO — FARM EXHIBITS — CHICKEN COOP — NIGHT
HOKKA the toad and LIONEL the rooster talk over a bowl of insects. Voices are low so as not to wake the congregation.
Tells me more ‘bout this here
“ever-deep” o’ yours. Sounds an
awful might like life afores th’ lord.
…That you’n at, son?
Ever-deep and ever-dark for
many-time, as Hok-fish. Before
Hok for many-time, no Hokka—
just fish. Ever-run from
dark-and-fish ‘til Hokka. Then
“Climbs,” y’say? …Goin’s where?
Find Hok-start; find sun. Many-fish
leave Hok-fish-dark, come mud-sky,
come light. New-Hokka in
The toad smiles broadly, obviously pleased with this.
You’s sure a way with words ‘n’
talkin’ ons th’ lord, Father. …But I
think understands each other fine.
Mayhaps valleys o’ darkness take
one form too many, but ours
journeys out all lead th’ same.
Well thanks f’ comin’ to me,
Father—yours story will light eyes.
One’s enlight’nin’, one’s faith—a
climb to life. Le’s pray.
ZEE the fly enters frame, busy with his cleaning.
Bird project. Mean tadpole.
Lionel just watches the fly, confused.