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.. title: The Trap
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.. slug: the-trap
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.. date: 2020-05-20
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.. type: text
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<h3>Scene 1</h3>
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<p>(A quaint village. Present day. The marketplace bustles and rustles. SMIFFBANY, our heroine, is buying apples.)</p>
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<p>SMIFF: Ah, thank you for the apples, humble Appleman, but nothing can fill the hunger of loneliness. I fear I have dated every man in our village of four people, and now I’ll never find my one true love.</p>
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<p>(A horse whinnies. Riding in on a handsome steed is a handsomer stud. GROMBO, prince from a faraway land, enters with a rose.)</p>
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<p>GROMBO: Did somebody say Grombo?</p>
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<p>SMIFF: No! But, perhaps I could.</p>
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<p>GROMBO: Fair lady, why do you eat that apple so sadly?</p>
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<p>SMIFF: You wouldn’t be interested in the troubles of a young, beautiful woman.</p>
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<p>GROMBO: I would!</p>
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<p>SMIFF: I’m pregnant.</p>
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<p>GROMBO: Have a good day.</p>
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<p>(He leaves.)</p>
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<h3>Scene 2: </h3>
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<p>(SMIFF weeps a frenzy of weeps. But LO! From the sunset comes in a twink like none ever seen in this age. Tis Chimothée!)</p>
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<p>CHIM: My lady, don’t cry. He doesn’t deserve you.</p>
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<p>SMIFF: That much seems clear, handsome little boy.</p>
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<p>CHIM: I’m in my twenties.</p>
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SMIFF: I said what I said.</p>
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<p>(Chim goes to comfort but stubs the sharpest stub you’ve ever stubbed on a nasty stubbing
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rock.)</p>
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<p>CHIM: OW!</p>
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<p>SMIFF: Not the Stubbing rock! You’ve loosed the sacred rock from its really dangerous hold in the
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middle of the street</p>
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<p>(She helps him to the doctor.)</p>
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<p>SMIFF: I’ll check back with you later, go seek the medicine man.</p>
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<p>(GROMBO, having overheard that he’s not worthy, turns right around on priniciple, and comes back with a new different flower.)</p>
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<p>GROMBO: Ah, Lady, I was just getting you a new flower, and you’re talking to another man. I hope you don’t mind that I’ve wildly and irrationally jealous.</p>
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<p>SMIFF: My name is Smiffbany.</p>
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<p>GROMBO: Of course, Lady.</p>
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<p>SMIFF: What kind of flower you got?</p>
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<p>GROMBO: Um, what kinds do you like? </p>
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<p>SMIFF: Volcanic irises, the rarest in the kingdom.</p>
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<p>GROMBO: Um, yeah. This is one, but it looks different because it’s out of season. But here. I know you love them.</p>
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<p>She is visibly impressed.</p>
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<p>GROMBO: I was en route to feed my horse a stiff drink of water. Would you show this traveler to the well? </p>
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<p>SMIFF: Of course, I know the way. It’s upstage right.</p>
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<p>(They head to the well.)</p>
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