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"For your waste of time, you fool," scoffed the old woman. "What about the fields? Have you given up working to play with birds?" Ah, yes. The old man nodded his head wearily. With one last tender look at his little sparrow, he hobbled away into the fields. He moves slowly off stage right, the bird's song fading as he disappears. The old woman sits down to her work, muttering. The bird is still and silent in the corner. narrator: The old woman took up her discontented muttering eagerly, as some women take up their mending. The more she complained to herself, the angrier she became. What right had he to bring home this silly bird, when he could barely provide enough to feed the two of them! The soft-hearted old fool! It was a shame the boys hadn't killed the silly bird with their stones. |
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