{"id":62,"date":"2008-05-16T07:00:00","date_gmt":"2008-05-16T15:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/wwwold.sketchwar.org\/?p=62"},"modified":"2008-05-16T07:00:00","modified_gmt":"2008-05-16T15:00:00","slug":"fsw-in-the-coop","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.sketchwar.org\/?p=62","title":{"rendered":"FSW: In the Coop"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-weight:bold;\">In the Coop<\/span><br \/>(Two women wearing partial chicken costumes sit next to each other on nests on a raised platform. A conveyor belt runs beneath the platform, on which eggs occasionally pass.)<\/p>\n<p>MILDRED<br \/>Did you hear? Esther&#8217;s boy came by her coop for Sunday dinner.<\/p>\n<p>RUTH<br \/>My Irving didn&#8217;t even call on my birthday and you should tell me this?<\/p>\n<p>MILDRED<br \/>I was making conversation. You&#8217;re not the only one whose children don&#8217;t come by, you know. I haven&#8217;t seen my Rachel since she moved.<\/p>\n<p>RUTH<br \/>Chicks these days. In my day, family was the number one thing. You respected your mother, you respected your father. Now, they&#8217;re running off to coops as soon as they&#8217;re old enough to peck their own seed.<\/p>\n<p>MILDRED<br \/>No respect for tradition.<\/p>\n<p>RUTH<br \/>We lay them, sit on them while they incubate&#8211;<\/p>\n<p>MILDRED<br \/>&#8211;I had the worst case of hemorrhoids when I was incubating my Susie&#8211;<\/p>\n<p>RUTH<br \/>&#8211;and teach them how to live. And how do they repay us? Do they call? Do they write?<\/p>\n<p>MILDRED<br \/>I can&#8217;t read that chicken scratch.<\/p>\n<p>RUTH<br \/>That&#8217;s not the point. Is it asking too much a mother should she her grandchicks? Maybe spoil them a little?<\/p>\n<p>MILDRED<br \/>Grandchicks?<\/p>\n<p>RUTH<br \/>I&#8230;I&#8217;m ashamed to say it.<\/p>\n<p>MILDRED<br \/>Ruthie, you know me. You&#8217;re like a sister to me. You can tell me anything.<\/p>\n<p>RUTH<br \/>And you&#8217;ll tell it to all the other hens.<\/p>\n<p>MILDRED<br \/>I promise I won&#8217;t. Trust me.<\/p>\n<p>RUTH<br \/>(Ashamed) Sarah&#8217;s taken up with one of those farkakt Rhode Island Reds. She&#8217;s been laying for him like crazy.<\/p>\n<p>MILDRED<br \/>I&#8217;m so sorry, Ruth. All we can do is raise them the best we can. Eventually they have to make their own choices.<\/p>\n<p>RUTH<br \/>But a Red?!? I&#8217;m no racist&#8211;<\/p>\n<p>MILDRED<br \/>&#8211;I know that, dear.<\/p>\n<p>RUTH<br \/>But couldn&#8217;t she find a nice Jewish Rooster?<\/p>\n<p>MILDRED<br \/>Maybe he is Jewish. Like Sammy Davis, Jr.<\/p>\n<p>RUTH<br \/>My mother would have fricasseed me if I&#8217;d ever taken up with a Red.<\/p>\n<p>MILDRED<br \/>These are different times, Ruth.<\/p>\n<p>RUTH<br \/>I know. They have no respect for the old ways. No respect for their parents. Now, they just run off with the first cock that smiles at them.<\/p>\n<p>MILDRED<br \/>Does she love him?<\/p>\n<p>RUTH<br \/>Love?! I didn&#8217;t love Moishe when I married him.<\/p>\n<p>MILDRED<br \/>Neither did I, but we grew to.<\/p>\n<p>RUTH<br \/>That&#8217;s because Moishe was special.<\/p>\n<p>MILDRED<br \/>Remember the way he could make the sun come up, just by crowing?<\/p>\n<p>(Ruth and Mildred sigh contentedly and moon for a few seconds, thinking of Moishe.)<\/p>\n<p>RUTH<br \/>Oooh! One&#8217;s coming!<\/p>\n<p>(An egg drops onto the conveyor belt below Ruth and is carried off.)<\/p>\n<p>MILDRED<br \/>That was easy. They&#8217;re never that easy for me.<\/p>\n<p>RUTH<br \/>You don&#8217;t relax enough. You just need to breathe.<\/p>\n<p>MILDRED<br \/>Oh! I felt that. I think it&#8217;s almost time!<\/p>\n<p>(Ruth reaches over with her wing\/hand and takes Mildred&#8217;s wing\/hand.)<\/p>\n<p>RUTH<br \/>Just remember your breathing, dear.<\/p>\n<p>(Ruth demonstrates Lamaze-style breathing to Mildred who starts doing the same. She makes a face, and an egg drops onto the conveyor belt. Ruth looks down at it and shakes her head.)<\/p>\n<p>A *brown* egg? You too?<\/p>\n<p>BLACKOUT<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>In the Coop(Two women wearing partial chicken costumes sit next to each other on nests on a raised platform. A conveyor belt runs beneath the platform, on which eggs occasionally pass.) MILDREDDid you hear? Esther&#8217;s boy came by her coop for Sunday dinner. 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