EXT. ZOO — FLAMINGO EXHIBIT — DAY

LEONARD the flamingo loiters in a corner by the fence. BUSTER the dog watches from the other side.

BUSTER
Just step, y’see, step. Like…over
it. Ain’t bite’cha.
(a beat)
Aint’ a threat, y’know—jus’ a
fence. What it do but stand there?

LEONARD
I know—I know—I don’t know—
I mean, yeah—I mean—

BUSTER
Tell me somethin’, Len, tell me
somethin’. Ya wings—like, what
they for? Ain’t for standin‘. Ain’t
for show… What else they do?

LEONARD
But I’ve never left—I never left—
I’ve left the habitat. Could mean—
it-it could mean—they let me go.
Or—or—or—or move me—or,
yeah, move me.

BUSTER
Listen, Len. Yer nuts. They got
hundreds of ’em, hundreds. They
ain’t short on pink. Best y’could
do is get over yourself.

LEONARD
Maybe if I—yeah, maybe I—I try
it at night. Then they won’t—they
can’t—they wouldn’t—even
know—er, even know.

BUSTER
But that’s the point of it, man, the
shebang. Don’t mean nothin’ can’t
get caught. You want boring, just
stay here, like it’s normal.

Leonard takes a deep breath, releases. A beat.

LEONARD
Okay—alright—I’ma do it—yeah,
I’ma do it—I’ma— Wait. Can—can
flamingoes—they even fly?

Silence. A beat. They look at each other.

BUSTER
…Alright, fair one there, fair one.
Maybe table this, like…a day. Try
again when y’sure won’t get dead.

LEONARD
Yeah—yeah—yeah—I mean, sure.

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