EXT. ZOO — FARM EXHIBITS — PASTURE — DAY
LEONARD the flamingo and AGNIS the cow are pressed in by cows all around. Leonard sits shriveled on the ground, a jumpy wreck.
Lou. He said—he did—he said—he
told to me—he told me—you’re the
best—yeah, you’re the best. …At
crowd’s, I mean. I mean st-standin’
in ‘em. I can’t—I stand—I just—I
just get nervous. Yeah, yeah—
What’s the problem. Why I ask.
What’m I doin’ here. Who’s to
know. Well, let’s on with it. Ain’t
ya call girl. Where ya standin’.
Why y’ain’t standin’.
I am—I just—I’m going to—it’s
just—I’m terrified—‘kay, yeah,
terrified. How ya know—I mean,
know—that’s they’s not hostile?
They’re cows. They stand there.
They poop. They eat. Ain’tcha
neighbors. Ain’tcha friends.
Ain’tcha nothin’. Who gives. But
ain’t time for this. Eat’cha grass.
Today, you’s a cow. Don’t be
numbnuts. Y’ain’t important.
Y’eat’cha grass, no one know.
‘Kay. I’m goin’. Here goes—I
mean, here goes. I mean, really—
nothin’s stoppin’ me—yeah,
nothin’s stoppin’ me.
Leonard wobbles, stands, stiffens, looks around—paranoid, shaking like a leaf. A beat. …He looks down.
‘Kay. Now just the algae—er, grass,
not algae. The land stuff.
He carefully lowers his head, takes a nibble. After a moment…
Know what? Not so awful—I mean,
I could do this—