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THE END BY JOHN BACA-SAAVEDRA

Dim lights. SIDNEY enters with a flashlight. He searches, finds Center Stage. He sits cross-legged. He pans above with his light, squinting, searching the sky.

RANDOLPH enters with a flashlight. SIDNEY and RANDOLPH cross their respective beams. They spotlight each other. They scream, then recognize each other.

SIDNEY
Come’re.

RANDOLPH joins SIDNEY center. They both search above with their lights.

RANDOLPH
Did you hear?

SIDNEY
Yeah.

RANDOLPH
So. Whadyuh think?

SIDNEY
Dunno.

RANDOLPH
Yeah.

SIDNEY produces a small radio which he turns on.

ANNOUNCER
…What the Defense Department is calling a strange … well seemingly a fleet of UFO’S, in formation headed toward the earth…this looks like it folks … First Contact! Jesus! Sorry, I mean … This is amazing, unbelievable … what do they want? Are they friendly? Oh my God!!.. We’ll be switching momentarily to a live feed from the White House. The President will be …

SIDNEY turns off the radio.

RANDOLPH
I think I see something.

SIDNEY
Yeah? Where?

RANDOLPH
There. Over there.

He points with his light, above to Stage Right.

SIDNEY
It’s a meteor.

RANDOLPH
Yeah.

SIDNEY
Should of brought my binoculars.

RANDOLPH pulls out some binoculars and hands them to SIDNEY.

SIDNEY (Continued)
Thanks.

RANDOLPH
Don’t mention it.

SIDNEY observes the sky for awhile.

RANDOLPH (Continued)
Anything?

SIDNEY
Nah.
(pause)
Wait a minute…wait a minute…
(pause)
Nah.

RANDOLPH
Think they’ll take us over or something?

SIDNEY
What for?

RANDOLPH
I dunno. The planet? Maybe they’ll want the Earth for their own? Maybe us for food?

SIDNEY
We got nothing. There’s nothing here. Whada we got? Nothing. There’s nothing they could want.

RANDOLPH
Oil? Gold? Water? Something. Why’re they coming then? We gotta have something they want.

SIDNEY
Probably just curious. See what we look like. That’s all.

RANDOLPH
I dunno? Advanced civilization comes all this way just to take a look. Lookit our own history. Whenever we discover something new, some new land, we take it. Why should they be different?

SIDNEY
What’re you saying?

RANDOLPH
They gotta be centuries ahead of us, interstellar travel and all. Weapons that’ll flatten us in seconds. Nah. We’re done for.

SIDNEY
You think?

RANDOLPH
Probably.

SIDNEY
That’s it then?

RANDOLPH
Probably.

SIDNEY
Got anything to eat?

RANDOLPH
A few popcorn kernels in my pockets.

SIDNEY
Crap.

RANDOLPH
You didn’t bring anything either.

SIDNEY
Yeah. Well.

RANDOLPH
Why’nt you turn on the radio…

SIDNEY
Nah.

RANDOLPH
The Prsident’ll be …

SIDNEY
Nah. Let’s just wait here and see what happens.

RANDOLPH takes the binoculars and scans the area.

RANDOLPH
Lookit that.

SIDNEY
What?

RANDOLPH
Raymond and his whole family. There’re on the rooftop .. of his house.

SIDNEY
What’re they doing?

RANDOLPH
Same as us.
(pause)
End of the world.

SIDNEY
You think?

CURTAIN.

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An entry from my daughter, Eva (761 words): The Dryads Of The Aur Wood

Far off in the land of Senium there was a vast forest that covered thirty leagues or more, and then dropped into the valleys. This forest was called the Aur wood. At the edge of forest, near the valley, were two very old moss covered oaks covered with lichen. Dryads they were, and they talked of things that were and things to come. Softly they talked branch in branch.

In the middle of the oaks, stood a lone tree. It was a grey skinned tree with bunches of green needles. It was a rutilus aurum tree. In the forest of aur were the only rutilus aurum trees for they were rare, being special, because under their bark was a skin of gold; real gold.

The men of the surrounding cities would often, in their greed for gold, come and cut the trees for the gold. This tree was a miracle, for no tree of yet had planted itself in the valley. This tree had, from a hewn rutilus tree’s seeds. And yet the men, swarthy and dark, came again and chopped more trees.

Then the one tree wept, for these trees had been friends.

“Alas. Alas,” he cried and called himself Amarus, and walked no more in the sun lit valley.

At the sun rise the next morning, as the sun filled the sky with gold, the dark haired men tramped in. They cut more trees than ever before and cut some trees without reason, for they were not rutilus aurum trees. A great groaning was heard in the forest, and the trees gathered together to do something about it.

Then Amarus voiced his thought, “If all the trees would labor and make grassy ropes and trip wires we can capture the men.”

This was done, and also a great store of boulders was laid up.

The next day the men came back, but they were ready. Before they had gone far, they were entangled in the ropes. The trees then took them and guarded them. The other men, who had escaped, however, took torches and set the woods on fire. The trees soon blistered and many died, and gold from the aurum trees rolled freely through the land.

Amarus was angry and took boulders and hurled them at the men. The men quailed before his anger, and his eyes lit with a burning yellow flame.

The leader stepped up and announced, “We will bother you no more if you can beat our troll in single combat.”

Amarus agreed. The troll was brought out. It was several feet high with thick slimy scales, and toe-less feet. Amarus and the troll fought to death with fists. Amarus was battered practically to death, when the troll, accidently, fell into a trip wire net. Amarus strode forward, grasped the net, and through it far beyond the forest.

The men immediately agreed to go and left in haste.

All was left in order, and in the valley where the gold spilled forth many young aurum trees sprouted. Amarus walked in peace and called himself Asher, and the two oaks continued talking of ancient lore, and here is some of what they sang:

“Along the Ripple Rover River
Fog lies thick hiding every wold
Dwarven lanterns blue, red, gold
Ripple over the naiad pools
Like piles of ancient jewels:
The flag stoned pools covered by reeds
Hide dryads toasting on dry mead:
The dwarves are frying bacon
The parties finally waking
And the coffees in the making:
The dryads feast on earthy loam
The naiads drink sweet water foam
Along the Ripple Rover River,
Of beer the dwarves drink a deal;
Then the dwarves do stagger and reel,
They click in perfect rhythm
Over mint and sage and thyme:
The naiads dance the waves of Tory,
The Dryads dance with shadowed glory
Along the Ripple Rover River,
The dwarfs’ great beards wave and wag,
A cave troll grabs them for her bag,
“Sweet meat.” she sings, “For old cave trolls.”
Along the green and grassy knoll
The trees booming voices roll:
They tear her up to bread crumbs
With gigantic gnarly thumbs:
Everything has gone so dark:
The pool’s all so quiet and stark:
Dwarves tumble free by the river
Out the lamps to warm their shivers
Along the Ripple Rover River,
The dwarves go back to their delving,
The dryads back to sing of elves
The naiads go down in the deep
The water is a gurgling
Naiads snoring deep in their sleep
Along the Ripple Rover River.”

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