FADE IN:
EXT. ENCHANTED MEADOW - AFTERNOON
Early spring. Wild flowers paint the fields in pastel
hues. Birds sing. A fawn sniffs the air.
AMBER and JADE, two wood nymphs, in simple gowns and
sandals, gambol through this meadow. They are young,
beautiful, lithe and spirited.
They pause to pick wild flowers with which they adorn
each others hair.
COLLEEN and HERBERT enjoy a picnic lunch. Colleen is an
attractive girl with a Wisconsin farmer's daughter sort
of freshness and beauty.
Herbert is tall and awkward, but very intense. A man
possessed by his own destiny who speaks with fervor.
Colleen is utterly enraptured, catering to his every
whim, anticipating his slightest fancy, hanging on his
every word.
HERBERT
Such limpid pools of azure are
your eyes, has perfect angel taken
mortal guise? No woman could such
elegance express, without
assistance from some sorceress.
Colleen turns away modestly and busies herself preparing
a muffin from the picnic basket.
COLLEEN
Your love is blind to all reality.
What you perceive as beauty just
reflects this spring day's natural
vitality, in me no more than
others of my sex. Your words are
precious, but mere words are
vain, As eas'ly wrought by prince
as charlatan; If passions govern,
let your actions reign, for deeds,
not words, are measure of the man.
Colleen breaks apart the muffin and feeds a bite to
Herbert.
HERBERT
My sweet, for you shall I raise
towers grand which shall outshine
all others through the land;
erections with such permanence
bestowed that time can neither
ravage nor erode.
Colleen pushes Herbert over, springs to her feet and runs
to the cover of a nearby tree, enticing Herbert to a
quick game of chase.
The game leads them near the bushes where Amber and Jade
stand.
COLLEEN
Court not my favor with erections
great which overtower others and
endure the rigors man and nature
orchestrate, for joys ephemeral
are those most pure. True love
renews with each pristine
daybreak, like morning's dew or
youthful maiden's blush. If love
stays firm each morning you awake,
why prove yourself with but one
mighty thrust?
Herbert catches Colleen playfully, but she shoves him
away and darts to another tree.
Amber scatters some færie dust, transporting Jade and
herself to the boughs of the tree.
AMBER
She speaks with wisdom which her
youth belies, but lacks the sense
to recognize a fool.
JADE
When hearts embrace desire, bare
reason flies. She'd love this ass
no less were he a mule.
AMBER
With færie magic father Puck
devised, such fundamental faults
would manifest.
JADE
A mulish face could not this fool
disguise, nor turn his visage any
more grotesque.
Herbert speaks with expansive gestures which encompass
the entire meadow.
HERBERT
This flame you've kindled in my
heart's too great for any simple
act to demonstrate. Tall mountains
shall I move, wide valleys fill,
and raging rivers bend to suit my
will.
Colleen returns to the picnic blanket and invites Herbert
to rest his head in her lap.
COLLEEN
Let Nature place her mountains
where she wants,for Nature's
nature much resembles man's.
Unlikely daunted by your foolish
vaunts, she's likely to impose her
larger plans.
Amber and Jade reappear behind the bushes.
JADE
A horse's ass should have a horses
head! Let's see if Bottom's
plight makes him less proud.
AMBER
So badly have her senses been
misled, she'd think him otherwise
likewise endowed.
Jade looks to Amber mischievously.
JADE
A færie would not wish to
disappoint a maiden with ideals so
innocent.
AMBER
With Robin's færie dust we shall
anoint, and shameful features turn
magnificent.
As Colleen affectionately massages Herbert's temples,
Amber and Jade slip out of the bushes and advance unseen.
They each sprinkle some færie dust over Herbert then slip
back into the cover of the bushes to watch and wait,
barely concealing their anticipation.
A large, elongated bulge appears in Herbert's pants.
As Herbert watches with amazement and alarm, it slowly
extends from his groin down his pants leg toward his
knee.
Colleen continues massaging his temples affectionately,
oblivious to his plight.
Herbert's eyes dart nervously from the bulge to Colleen's
face.
COLLEEN
Let's share an apple and together
plant a tree to shade this verdant
meadow fair. With our love Nature
will this tree enchant, so that,
as fares our love, shall it
compare. If love grows strong and
firm, its boughs will grow and
burst with luscious fruit in like
regard as roots delve deeply
through the soil below. But
shallow love withers ...
Herbert, who has watched with mounting agitation as this
bulge extends to his knee, sits up abruptly, then quickly
rolls over to hide this mutation.
COLLEEN
...was that too hard?
HERBERT
Too hard you say?
(aside)
Of course, she meant her touch.
(to Colleen)
You'll be the first to know if
it's too much.
(aside)
Caresses may relax or agitate,
according to the needs they
satiate.
Amber and Jade giggle in merriment.
JADE
Too hard you say? I say not hard
enough. Let færie magic run its
full extent.
AMBER
Ascensions should be made of
sterner stuff. Let that which hung
in shame stand eminent!
Amber sprinkles some more færie dust, transporting
herself and Jade to a tree overlooking the picnic.
Sensing an unusually strong tremor in his loins, Herbert
stands abruptly, turning from Colleen.
The bulge in Herbert's pants stiffens, forcing his thigh
toward his chest.
Herbert hops around on one foot, trying to maintain his
balance.
Colleen, still not comprehending Herbert's predicament,
looks on with concern and dejection over his apparent
rejection of her affections.
Amber and Jade laugh so hard they nearly fall from the
bough.
COLLEEN
What trouble causes you to jerk
away and leap about as if by
hornets stung? Did I offend? What
did I do or say? With what great,
heavy burden are you hung?
HERBERT
A muscle spasm, nothing more
intense. It will subside after a
few moments. Leave me. It's
private and if truth be known,
it's sensitive and handled best
alone.
Colleen entreats Herbert repeatedly, but each time he
turns away, hopping on one foot, trying to maintain his
precarious balance.
COLLEEN
What burden eases by one hand, not
two? What throbbing yields not to
a soft caress? What private ache
denies a love that's true? What
cruel defect could make me love
you less?
HERBERT
No private anguish, but a joy too
great, which grows too large to
ever consummate.
JADE
Is joy too great? Then færie are
beguiled. Is this not every
mortal's secret dream?
AMBER
What joy exceeds the bliss of a
young child? Let greatest joys now
very childish seem.
Amber scatters some more færie dust.
The bulge in Herbert's trouser leg disappears and, with
it, the force he had been working against to maintain his
balance, with the result of causing him to immediately
topple to the ground.
Amber and Jade nearly split their sides laughing and
again nearly topple from the bough.
Colleen rushes to Herbert's side.
Herbert rises, shoving his hands into his pockets as if
looking for a lost set of keys.
HERBERT
As quickly as it came, did it also
go. The ache's entirely gone, or
nearly so.
COLLEEN
Then come forget your troubles for
a while. A gentle breeze, a
perfect sky above, a loaf of bread
and wine beneath the bough. Give
me your hand. This day was made
for love.
Colleen reaches out her hand to Herbert who stands
somewhat like a child who badly needs to relieve himself,
both hands plunged deeply into his pockets.
HERBERT
(aside)
If I were only half so well
equipped. This archer's arrow is
no longer tipped.
(to Colleen)
Once fine designs this day did
cruelly thwart. I would prefer if
we could cut it short.
Amber and Jade are seized by convulsions of laughter.
They make various rude gestures with their fingers
indicating rather short imaginary lengths and scissors
motions.
Amber scatters some færie dust, transporting them to
another area of the meadow.
They turn, still laughing to come face-to-face with
OBERON, King of the Færies, and his Queen, TITANIA.
OBERON is a giant among færies with a severe countenance,
made more so by his evident displeasure.
TITANIA is an attractive, stately woman with a kindly air
and dignified gait.
TITANIA
Is this not Amber and companion
Jade, my young wood nymphs fair
Venus greatly blessed, but wise
Minerva favored somewhat less?
What mischief have you two this
morning made?
Amber curtsies.
AMBER
We have traversed each meadow,
field and dale and opened
morning's fragrant blooms anew.
Jade curtsies.
JADE
With flowers we have painted hills
pastel, and done all Oberon has
bid us do.
OBERON
Most nobly have my færies served
their lord and proven worthy of my
trust and pride. Lest any think
their efforts were ignored, each
worthy deed shall have its just
reward.
(beat)
Grave peril now confronts our
færieland, so I must now a vital
task confide. With all your
father's magic you command, I know
you'll keep this matter well in
hand.
Amber and Jade bow in supplication.
Oberon bids them rise and directs their attention to
Herbert and Colleen.
OBERON
Our foe's a mortal man of great
regard, a mason who builds huge
abodes of stone, where people
gather looking battle scarred to
buy and sell goods they'll next
day discard.
(beat)
This meadow he'll despoil a
fortnight hence, and then shall
færies forfeit all they own to
common men who lack the common
sense to know each act must have
its consequence.
Amber and Jade turn to face Oberon, who addresses them
directly.
OBERON
This Herbert loves Colleen, both
wise and fair, whose love for him
is by my spell ensured, and love
of nature is beyond compare. For
her this mason shall his plans
forbear.
(beat)
He'll make this land a gift for
his new bride. Thus shall
enchanted meadows be secured. Good
færies, keep yourselves close by
their side. Should love or magic
falter, be love's guide.
Oberon turns and leaves. Titania begins to follow, then
pauses and draws Amber aside confidentially.
TITANIA
All you impaired you will, of
course, restore, in equal stature
as was once enjoyed. Or better
yet, let's surfeit passion's void
and give these mortals just a
little more.
Titania turns and leaves. Amber and Jade look at each
other sheepishly.
JADE
How sad the fate of færies should
depend on the spellbound affairs
of such a fool!
AMBER
So færies may live, true romance
must end. Is an illusive life or
death more cruel?
JADE
True love and fancy are likewise
abstract. Can any love survive a
litmus test?
AMBER
If love's mere fantasy, then what
is fact? Love's dreams are but
reality's bequest.
JADE
Worse fates befall young maids
than to be wed to gentlemen of
power, wealth and skill.
AMBER
Were he so skilful, wealthy and
well bred, no spell would be
required to change her will.
JADE
As Oberon commands, we must obey
And guide these lovers to their
wedding vow.
AMBER
Then true love shall these mortals
find today; with all the bliss
enchantment shall allow.
Amber scatters some færie dust, transporting Jade and
herself to the bushes by the picnic area.
COLLEEN
What could compel you to withdraw
so soon from this plush, private
garden of delight? You've hardly
touched a thing all afternoon.
Indulge yourself with just one
little bite.
Colleen takes a nibble from an apple and holds it
invitingly just below her lips.
AMBER
More fervent passion does this
suitor need to court so sensitive
a ladylove.
JADE
Then may his ardor all restraints
exceed. Let's see what lies
beneath his velvet glove.
Jade scatters some færie dust.
Herbert straightens his posture, as if seized by a sudden
burst of energy.
HERBERT
(aside)
I feel myself again, but so much
more. The embers burn much hotter
than before.
(to Colleen)
Small bites won't satisfy my
appetite, until I've ravished
everything in site.
Herbert seizes the apple and takes a huge bite out of it.
He tosses the apple aside and grabs Colleen by the
shoulders.
Still chewing noisily, he kisses her lustily on the neck.
Colleen shoves him aside and rises to her feet.
COLLEEN
This lusty vigor is a welcome
shift, but like your prior pity,
much misplaced. Content yourself
with these delicious gifts, and
set aside for now designs
unchaste.
Colleen takes a fresh red apple from the picnic basket
and playfully tosses it to Herbert, then settles on the
picnic blanket.
Herbert contemplates the apple for a moment then changes
his grip on the apple, as if to throw it.
He rises and approaches the blanket where Colleen sits.
AMBER
Too easily did she evade his
grasp! Romance requires great
strength to long endure.
JADE
He'll have virility to make her
gasp, and strength enough to keep
a love that's pure.
Jade scatters some færie dust.
Herbert straightens his posture and quivers as an
unfamiliar power surges through every fiber in his being.
He looks at the apple, now vibrating in his hand.
As he looks with amazement, his fist tightens around the
apple, crushing it as if it were a wet sponge and
splashing mashed pulp and apple juice over Colleen's face
and blouse.
Colleen tries to maintain her composure and make the best
of the situation, delicately dabbing the juice from her
face with a lace napkin.
HERBERT
This apple crushed much like an
empty peel; my once frail grip has
now become like steel.
COLLEEN
A flawless skin may hide defects
within. Perhaps its meat was not
so firm as ripe. No matter; we
have plenty. Try again.
You may have more luck with a
dif'rent type.
Colleen offers Herbert a large yellow apple from the
picnic basket.
Herbert smiles sheepishly and reaches out to take the
apple from her.
As Herbert's fingers close on the apple, it crumples
between his fingers, splashing Colleen again with juice
and pulp.
COLLEEN
Your actions seem more rude now
than polite. To splash your sticky
juice in half a trice without a
moment's notice is not right. I
might forgive you once, but cannot
twice!
Colleen rises abruptly, angrily.
Herbert reaches out and grasps her arm to restrain her,
but only succeeds in tearing her blouse, exposing
Colleen's bosom immodestly.
Colleen clutches her blouse to her neck and turns from
Herbert, as her rage dissolves into tears.
Herbert rises, apologetic.
HERBERT
Against each noble wish my heart
desires my every member ruthlessly
conspires. Colleen, believe me, I
meant you no pain. My hands have
strength which I can scarce
explain.
AMBER
Do eloquent words fail our errant
knight and leave his most heroic
deeds unsung?
JADE
My færie magic can set matters
right. Let Herbert have the land's
most facile tongue.
Jade scatters some færie dust.
COLLEEN
If precious love's delights could
taste less sweet, their loss would
leave no bitter aftertaste.
What seemed true love was
passion's cruel deceit. It seems
my love for you has been
misplaced.
Herbert approaches Colleen and gently places his hands on
her shoulders, nuzzling her affectionately as he speaks.
HERBERT
With Cupid's deadly aim you've
pierced my heart, and filled my
soul with passion from the start.
Your fragrance sweetly scents the
air I breathe. Sweet maiden, let
me now my sword ensheathe.
Herbert becomes more aggressive, drawing Colleen to him.
Colleen struggles to free herself and they fall to the
ground together.
Colleen disentangles herself and rises, angrily.
COLLEEN
You spurn affection and ignore
this feast which I took pains all
morning to prepare; then pounce
upon me like some vulgar beast,
and now profess it's love which
you declare. Your love is true but
to yourself alone. My future's
cast by those capricious Fates to
love no other; hence, I'll love
disown, and solace seek behind
stern convent gates.
Colleen turns and runs away.
Herbert stands alone in the meadow.
HERBERT
She's gone. All's lost except my
empty self, a void and useless
vessel on the shelf. In work the
meaning lost to love is found.
Right here shall I tomorrow break
new ground.
Herbert charges off, a man with a mission.
Amber scatters some færie dust, transporting herself and
Jade to the abandoned picnic blanket.
Amber and Jade begin helping themselves to the picnic
goodies, even as they seriously discuss the dire
consequences of the day's events.
Amber plunges a finger into the jar of jam and licks a
glob of jam from her fingertip.
JADE
Because of us shall færies lose
their land for shopping malls in
midst of paradise.
Jade picks a chunk of turkey out of a sandwich, smears a
glob of jam over it and munches on it, casually tossing
the rest of the sandwich back into the basket.
AMBER
Wise Queen Titania will understand
and offer errant færies sage
advice.
FADE TO:
EXT. ENCHANTED MEADOW - MORNING
Queen Titania strolls through the meadow, attended by
several young færie children who scamper about, picking
flowers and chasing butterflies.
In another area of the meadow, SAPPHIRE reclines lazily.
Her slumber is interrupted by GARNET, who is clearly
excited.
GARNET
An angry passion's ready to erupt
like a volcano trembling
underground.
Sapphire feigns disinterest and tries to return to her
nap.
SAPPHIRE
Our passions serve no purpose more
profound and thrill our souls
because they are abrupt.
GARNET
I speak about none other than our
king, aggrieved by pranks, as
thorns might scratch his side.
SAPPHIRE
Our king should learn to take
these pranks in stride, for nymphs
are wont to do no other thing.
Sapphire again turns away.
GARNET
But this thorn which our king's
attention begs is more annoying
than the rest combined.
SAPPHIRE
No nettlesome thorn could more
mischief find than one which
Oberon keeps 'tween his legs.
GARNET
He'll banish Amber for a thousand
years for playing pranks with
mischief maker Jade.
Sapphire sits up, now intensely interested.
SAPPHIRE
No simple prank could leave his
nerves so frayed; What scandalous
offense has reached his ears?
Titania looks toward Sapphire and Garnet with a concerned
expression.
GARNET
This beats the time when Jade and
Amber crept through every chicken
coop before midnight.
SAPPHIRE
And told each rooster 'twas
already light, while weary farmers
in their chambers slept.
GARNET
At stroke of twelve each cock
arose as one insisting farmhands
rise and make some hay.
SAPPHIRE
It wasn't hay those farmers made
that day; but then, no day's a
waste that's well begun.
Sapphire and Garnet begin to giggle. Noticing Titania
approach, they quickly regain their composure, rise and
bow before their queen.
TITANIA
Has nature now achieved such
perfect grace that my wood nymphs
must occupy their time with idle
talk and gossip out of chime? In
all my realm, is nothing out of
place?
SAPPHIRE
We'll catch a cloud and sail upon
the breeze across the length and
breadth of your domains.
GARNET
And gather rainbows after morning
rains to paint fresh blooms and
color autumn leaves.
Sapphire and Garnet run off to attend their duties.
Titania resumes her stroll about the meadow.
Amber and Jade approach, their heads hung low, as if
attending their own execution.
Titania notices Amber and Jade and sends the children to
play elsewhere.
TITANIA
Have færies cause to mourn this
cheerful morn? Now Mother Nature
revels in her prime, bestowing
perfect days with joys sublime.
But why are Jade and Amber so
forlorn?
AMBER
With best intents we posed in
Cupid's rôle, but actors never
were so poorly cast.
JADE
The situation's now beyond
control. All hopes of saving færie
lands have passed.
Titania wraps a comforting arm around Amber and Jade on
either side and strolls with them through the meadow.
TITANIA
In worldly matters, Oberon is
wise, but love affairs extend
beyond his main. Like mortal men,
he tries to love enchain and
stifles what he hopes to vitalize.
(beat)
Your charge was star-crossed from
the very start. Unbridled passions
drift and go askew, unless in
equal measure shared by two. True
love can't flourish trapped in but
one heart.
Titania directs Amber and Jade to a far corner of the
meadow.
TITANIA
Beyond this meadow grows an apple
tree, where Cupid practices his
deadly aim. It's potion tainted
fruit will love inflame, but
Oberon's spell it will also free.
(beat) )
Go, gather fruit from this
enchanted tree. Prepare our lovers
a most tempting meal, which will
inspire for them a love that's
real, in equal measure, as love
ought to be.
FADE TO:
INT. COLLEEN'S HOME - DAY
The telephone rings. Colleen ignores it.
The telephone continues to ring. Colleen sits by the
phone and contemplates it, collecting her energy,
harnessing her anger. She picks up the receiver and holds
it to her ear.
HERBERT (V.O.)
Colleen, forgive me....
EXT. TELEPHONE KIOSK - DAY
Amber and Jade each hold a telephone receiver and
exchange mischievous glances.
AMBER
(Herbert's voice)
... I've been such a fool. The
things I did were nothing short of
cruel.
DISSOLVE TO:
INT. RESTAURANT - EVENING
In the kitchen, Jade sits astride a large, inverted pot
peeling apples from a bushel basket, wearing an apron
over her gown and a chef's hat.
A huge mound of peels testifies to the efforts she has
already made. Jade finishes an apple and drops it into a
stainless steel bowl.
She grabs another apple from the basket and examines it.
It looks particularly delicious, so she takes a bite from
it.
Jade rises and walks to the oven where Amber is removing
an apple pie.
Amber carries the steaming pie to the counter where a
bewildering array of apple dishes is arranged: apple
strudels, muffins, pancakes, fruit salads, apple sauce,
baked apples: everything from appetizers to desserts.
From the dining area, they hear the sound of the entrance
door opening.
Amber and Jade run to the service window and peer
through.
Colleen enters the dining room and looks about, waiting
to be seated. Amber and Jade quickly remove their chef's
hats and aprons, fix their hair and gather their
composure.
Amber looks at Jade's gown, then at her own. She scatters
some færie dust, changing them into stylishly sexy
waiter's outfits.
Amber greets Colleen with the solicitousness of a maître
d' at a posh French restaurant.
AMBER
Bon soir. Is mademoiselle alone
tonight?
(to Jade)
Garçonne! Une table, s'il vous
plaît. Tout (de) suite!
Amber snaps her fingers.
Jade scurries forward to greet Colleen.
Jade seats Colleen at a table, spreads her napkin on her
lap and hands her a menu.
Jade scatters some færie dust, causing a silver tray with
a glass of apple juice to appear in her hand.
JADE
With compliments, our jus de pomme
delight; fresh squeezed, a hearty
tang and not too sweet.
Jade sets the glass of juice before Colleen who nods in
appreciation and turns her attention to the menu which
lists dozens of apple dishes and nothing else.
Amber and Jade withdraw to the back of the dining room
and watch Colleen with eager anticipation.
JADE
One sip of Cupid's juice, if drunk
alone, will free her heart from
Oberon's love spell.
AMBER
And clear her palate for delights
unknown, which savory entrées then
shall impel.
JADE
Impelled to love or else by love
impaled! But not before a drop has
passed her lips.
AMBER
But she ignores her drink! Our
plan has failed, for Herbert now
arrives before she sips.
Herbert enters the restaurant and makes a beeline to
Colleen's table.
HERBERT
Colleen, when you left me my
spirit died. Life's meaningless
without you by my side.
Amber and Jade approach the table.
AMBER
Perhaps monsieur would like to
order now? May I suggest a tasty
apple dish?
JADE
Our apple strudels are le chat's
meow! Or start with apple sorbet,
if you wish.
Jade sets a dish of apple sorbet before Herbert. Herbert
shakes his head to decline their suggestions and scans
the menu, impatiently, finding nothing of interest.
HERBERT
No, I'm a man of rather simple
tastes, and sweet desserts just
devastate my waist.
Colleen shakes her head to decline.
COLLEEN
Though most agreeable, if firm and
sweet, the apples we had earlier
today were overripe with most
unpleasant meat. Tell me what
other dishes you purvey.
AMBER
Our apple-raisin crêpes are sheer
delight! Or try our apple yoghurt
diet plate.
Jade presents a bread basket full of muffins with a
flourish.
JADE
We've baked hot apple muffins!
Have a bite; Low calorie for those
who watch their weight.
Herbert shakes his head emphatically to decline.
HERBERT
Plain muffins after those Colleen
did bake? Just bring me mashed
potatoes and a steak.
COLLEEN
Just half a cantaloupe with
cottage cheese and herbal tea for
me would be okay. At risk of
seeming impolite, but please, I've
had enough of apples for one day!
Amber and Jade exchange looks of exasperation and
withdraw.
Herbert turns to Colleen earnestly.
HERBERT
My father kept a silver flower
vase upon a stand above the hall
staircase. When mother died, he
hired a chambermaid who daily
picked fresh roses she arrayed, in
this antique which empty stood so
long, without it seeming anything
was wrong. My heart is like that
empty silver vase, not knowing
pain until it lost your grace.
COLLEEN
My empty vase is waiting to
receive the perfect flower of your
perfect love; but which of your
aspects should I believe, the
thorn below or petals seen above?
Your words are gentle, but your
acts are rude. Though tongues be
gifted, actions clearly speak,
expressing truths not eas'ly
misconstrued. Are you a prickly
thorn or flower sweet?
HERBERT
Until today my actions were inane;
not merely rude, but meaningless
and vain; but with you by my side
to motivate, I'll awe the world
with what I shall create. That
meadow where we lunched, you may
recall, is where I'll build the
world's best shopping mall.
Colleen backs away in repulsion.
COLLEEN
You covet love to vulgar deeds
inspire, and love with envy, lust
and greed confuse. It's only pure
emotions I desire. You'll have to
find yourself another Muse.
Colleen rises in anger and turns toward the door, nearly
colliding with Jade, carrying a bowl of apple- cinnamon
ice cream on a silver tray.
The bowl topples from the tray and Colleen catches it,
smearing ice cream over her fingers in the process.
Amber arrives and hands Colleen a towel but, in her
haste, Colleen takes no notice as she hurries from the
dining room.
Amber and Jade exchange worried glances.
At the door, Colleen licks a drop of ice cream from her
finger tip, then storms out without looking back at
Herbert.
Herbert, downcast, looks at the dish of melting apple
sorbet.
An apple seed floats in the liquid.
Herbert fishes the apple seed from the dish with a spoon.
He contemplates the seed for a long moment.
Suddenly he springs from his chair and hurries out of the
restaurant, the precious seed held carefully between his
index finger and thumb, past a dumbfounded Amber and
Jade.
FADE TO:
EXT. ENCHANTED MEADOW - MORNING
A wistful Colleen strolls through the meadow, gazing at
the natural wonders which will soon be lost, deeply
inhaling the crisp morning air and feeling the warm glow
of sunlight on her skin.
As she approaches the site of the prior day's picnic, she
sees Herbert, hunched over on his knees. She quietly
steals forward and sees Herbert filling in a small hole
with a garden trough.
Herbert leans back to contemplate his work. Sapphire and
Garnet appear behind some bushes.
GARNET
His magic puts our færie pranks to
shame. Before our eyes a tiny
seedling sprouts.
SAPPHIRE
Soon it's the tallest sapling
hereabouts. There's magic greater
than our spells to blame.
Colleen approaches.
COLLEEN
Let's share an apple and together
plant a tree to shade this verdant
meadow fair. With our love Nature
will this tree enchant, so that,
as fares our love, shall it
compare.
Herbert hears her voice and rises.
An embarrassed smile comes to his lips.
HERBERT
To spoil this meadow would be a
disgrace. I'll build my shopping
mall some other place.
A small tear comes to Colleen's eye.
Herbert and Colleen embrace and kiss.
As they kiss, Oberon and Titania emerge from the bushes
surrounding the meadow.
OBERON
What nobler end can færies
realize, than giving mortal love a
magic touch to steer it through
those trials life may devise and
overcome whatever may arise.
(beat)
Rejoice, it's springtime! Let us
dance and sing! Combined, our
færie magic can do much. Encircle
two hearts in our færie ring! Come
færies, elves and nymphs and join
your King!
Amber, Jade, Garnet, Sapphire and the færie children
emerge from the woods and join hands with Oberon and
Titania, forming a ring around Herbert and Colleen.
TITANIA
A mortal love that's innocent and
true has magic charms no spell can
imitate. Let's leave the course of
their romance to fate and trust
their love's own magic sees them
through.
As the mortal lovers embrace, the unseen færies begin
dancing in a ring around them.
FADE OUT.
THE END |
