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dusty: (With a puzzled look at stump.) Hmmn, I didn't know foxes hibernated. And the billboard is gone too. Strange morning. Well, to work, I've a whole forest to tidy up. (He sweeps his way out. The ticking resumes faintly, comes up strongly. The fox’s voice is heard calling feebly.) Fabian: The bomb, the bomb, help, the bomb! The ticking subsides slowly. The birds twitter. Curtain. |
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