Scene i:

A dull and dreary day.

What else can you say?

"eustice, you're always such a bore."

Why, thank you, isadore."

"they say a door is nothing on its own;

It must lead somewhere.

I'd like to go somewhere.



We could go for a look-about in the attics and the closed rooms

Find diaries and letters of long-dead distant lovers.

It'd be just like when we were children sneaking all around

We wouldn't make a sound;

They'd beat us black and blue if we were found,

But they can't touch us now!



"izzy, don't mean to be a bore

But really isadore.

You know these grey days make me blue.

I don't know what to do.

No...there's nothing i want to do."



Scene ii

The dull and dreary day becomes a dark and stormy night.

"eustice, we could go outside and bottle fireflies.

Fairy lamps burn bright

In the face of stormy night

And the old black umbrella

Could keep us from all harm.



We could go to the lichyard and see what there's to see.

Maybe a cabal meets underneath the banyan trees.

It'd be just like when we were children sneaking all around

We wouldn't make a sound;

We thought they'd reach out from their graves and drag us down,

But they don't scare us now!"



"izzy, don't mean to be a drag

But i'll do no such thing;

I'm staying in this chair.

I'd probably break my neck

Falling in an open grave

Or catch some horrid, fatal ache."



"oh eustice, come with me; come outside.

It'll be all right."