May 04, 2010 16:04
I FOUND A WHISTLE
THAT HANGS LIKE A CHARM
LALA
LA
(The scene opens on an old man and his very young grandson. Both are Japanese. They are sitting in a comfortable living room area, with soft white carpeting and tawny couches. The walls are tan, and a huge window occupies much of the wall behind the largest couch. On this very couch sleeps Ryutaro, the grandfather. The grandson, Ivan, is kneeling on the ground. He has arranged a bunch of army trucks and toy soldiers in rows, and is playing with them.)
Ivan: Crash! Bang! Take this, you Japs! ( he holds an airplane above a crowd of soldiers, continuing to make sound effects. With his free hand, he lifts up one of the soldiers.) Oh no! Oh no! Quick, someone stop them! Oh no! (He moves the airplane lower, imitating the sound of a machine gun.) Take this! And this! You’ll never take over America! Pow! Pow! AHHHHHHHH! (Ivan sweeps the soldiers over with his hand.) Yay! Victory for America! (He punches his fist into the air.)
Ryutaro: (opening his eyes.) Ivan?
Ivan: Oh! Grandpa. Did I wake you up? I’m sorry!
Ryutaro: SHIMATTA!!! No, no...it is fine. It is fine. Daijoubu desu.
Ivan: Oh. Okay. (He returns to playing with his soldiers, setting up the fallen ones. Ryutaro watches.)
TO BE CONTINUED.
You can tell Jessica and I worked hard today.
japanese,
mgmt,
writing stuff,
lol,
school,
plastic tree,
jessica