Written for Guildford Shakespeare Company.
Performed at Watts Gallery.
Mole “The sunshine struck hot on my fur, soft breezes caressed my brow, and, after the seclusion of the cellarage I had lived in so long, the carol of happy birds fell on my dulled hearing almost like a shout. Jumping off all four legs at once, in the joy of living, I pursued my way across the meadow.” Ah, this is fine! This is better than whitewashing.
Hare Hold up! It’s sixpence for the privilege of attending this performance!
Mole Performance? What performance?
Rabbit He doesn’t know.
Hare That’s because you didn’t put the posters up when I asked you to.
Mole I just want to wander by the riverbank. Surely you can let me through.
Hare Sorry, but I don’t make the rules. Sixpence!
Mole Onion-sauce! Onion-sauce!