irony here for sympathetic rather than detractive purposes. In line 3 the boy, too young to articulate clearly, is calling out his trade in the streets--sweep, sweep, sweep, sweep but the poet is telling us that we should weep over his pitiful plight. In lines 7-8 the innocent boy is genuinely trying to comfort his friend and does not recognize, as the poet does, the ironic discrepancy between th
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THE SOUND OF DRUMSfrom a great distancegrowing louder.
FADE IN:
WE ARE FLYING through
MINIONS stand guard. In a jail cell, sex fully pregnant WOMEN watch from behind iron bars. The screaming stops. Theres a moment of silence. As WE MOVE INTO another jail cell WE HEAR a slap and the first cry of a newborn BABY.
In the cell a black-robed DRUID watches intensely as ETHNA, a midwife, leans over the MOTHER and wraps the baby in swaddling.
DRUID
Is it a girl?
ETHNA
It is a girl.
shaped like a block of ice, falls out and hits the floor.
The block SHATTERS into ice cubes. Roger looks around,
dazed.
BABY HERMAN
has taken this opportunity to crawl out the window. Roger
races to the window. His eyes pop out of his head at what he
sees.
ROGERS POV
Baby Herman is crawling along the sidewalk under the shadow
of a safe being hoisted into a second floor window by the
Acme Safe Mov
willow basket. Birds fly down and land on his
head and shoulders, taking seeds and nuts from his lips.
The musical sound of someone approaching alerts him. His
eyes have an animal quickness and his instincts are as
finely tuned as any creature of the wild. The birds fly
from his shoulders to the treetops. His furred companions
dart for cover. In three quick bounds, Jack is himself up
a nearby tre