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  • Robyn is 8. It is early winter. Ray is working on his truck. There is a thud as an object lands on the hood.

    RAY
    Jesus! Robyn, Robyn! Are you up there?

    (Robyn is sticking out from the bedroom window above the truck.)

    ROBYN
    Did it fly? Did it?

    RAY
    Did you just throw this down?

    (He goes over to where the bird has fallen.)

    ROBYN
    Didn’t it fly away?

    RAY
    Jesus, Robyn, it’s a bird, a little bird /

    ROBYN
    Didn’t it fly away? Why didn’t it fly?

    RAY
    It just landed on my truck! What are you doing? Did you throw it? What? Did you say fly away?

    ROBYN
    It was going to fly!

    RAY
    How the hell was this thing going to fly away?

    ROBYN
    I made it some wings.

    RAY
    You made wings? What? For this little...where’d you get this? Where’d you find it?

    ROBYN
    I found it down by the creek.

    RAY
    You found it down by the creek and you brought it home, I mean what is this? And you’re using popsicle sticks /

    ROBYN
    It didn’t have any wings daddy, and that’s what it was supposed to have so I made it some, so it could it fly again.

    RAY
    This is a baby bird, it’s got wings but it’s not ready to fly, or its been hurt, you wanna make it fly?! Jesus.

    ROBYN
    Is it still alive?

    RAY
    It is. But it can’t survive, it’s hardly got any feathers. Jesus what were you thinking of?

    ROBYN
    I was thinking of what a bird is like.

    RAY
    The poor thing, I mean, it’s...look, it’s suffering here. You just go back in your room, ok? You can’t...some things you can’t fix Robyn, ok?

    ROBYN
    Ok.

    (She doesn’t turn away. Ray stamps on the bird. He puts it in the trash. Robyn watches.)
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