Chris Mallory
bluemountn@angelfire.comRadio Play Assignment #1
She: Look at it!
He: Yeah, look at it.
She: Isn't it beautiful, the way the snow is coming down now? It's like the angels are sprinkling us with powdered sugar.
He: Uh-huh, beautiful.
He: What're you doing?
She: Catching snowflakes on my tongue, of course.
He: Well, stop dancing around and get back on the path. I don't want to get lost out here. It was your idea to take a shortcut through the woods instead of driving like any sensible person.
She: We won't get lost; I know the way. And stop being such a wet blanket.
He: I don't think I could freeze to death any faster if I actually was a wet blanket.
She: It's not that cold; just keep moving. Relax and enjoy the scenery!
He: Uh-huh.
She: I just love the sort of squeaky sound the snow is making under my boots.
He: Uh-huh.
She: Look at those pine trees! Doesn't the snow look like frosting on a cake?
He: Uh-huh.
He: Hey, what're you doing now? Don't...
She: Look! A miniature blizzard!
He: Why you go shake those branches? Now you're covered with snow.
She: Oh, lighten up. We're almost half way there.
He: Almost half way, huh?
She: Yep, almost half way! Want to stop and make snow angels?
He: No.
She: All right, your loss.
She: Stop a minute. Listen. It's so quiet out here. There's no wind at all; and the snow's falling all around us.
He: Well, it would be quiet if you'd shut up.
She: It's like being in a church.
He: Or a tomb.
He: Still, I suppose that's a good thing. When they send the search party out after us because we're lost, they'll be able to hear us yelling.
She: We are not going to get lost.
(c) 1999 Chris Mallory