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Music Is Magic

HANNAH’S MAGIC FLUTE

by Alison Lohans

Music spilled through the treetops,

music from a wooden flute.

It tickled away Hannah’s grumps,

and lifted her onto her tiptoes.

“Come PLAY-with-me, PLAY-with-me, PLAY-with-me,” the music called.

GIRL STANDING IN FOREST. MUSIC DRIFTS THROUGH LEAVES & BRANCHES. GIRL STANDS ON TIPTOES, ARMS OUTSTRETCHED.

Hannah ran among the trees looking for whoever was playing the music, but she couldn’t find anyone except a little brown bird.

GIRL LOOKS AMONG TREES. LITTLE BROWN BIRD FLIES TO HER AND PERCHES ON HER SHOULDER.

So Hannah went home and built a boat. As she sawed and hammered and hammered and sawed, the little bird chirped by her side.

GIRL BUILDING BOAT. BIRD ON NEARBY BRANCH.

Music danced across the lake,

sparkling off the waves.

It swooped into Hannah’s sail

and sent her skimming to the distant shore.

“Come DANCE-with-me, DANCE-with-me, DANCE-with-me,” the music sang.

GIRL SAILING HER BOAT. MUSIC SPARKLES OFF THE LAKE. LITTLE BROWN BIRD PERCHED NEARBY – MAYBE ON GIRL’S SHOULDER, OR ON SIDE OF BOAT.

Next to Hannah’s boat, a fish jumped and plopped. A duck came to swim beside her, and the little bird nabbed a mosquito.

IN SAME SCENE, FISH PLOPS. DUCK JOINS SCENE; BIRD GETS MOSQUITO.

Hannah beached her boat and clambered over the rocks. She danced a few skipping steps, and a lonely puppy joined her. They started up the nearest mountain, the puppy scampering by Hannah’s feet.

GIRL SKIPS OVER ROCKS; PUPPY COMES TO HER. THEY START GOING UPHILL.

Music drifted from the rocky peaks

where only eagles flew.

It fluttered Hannah’s hair about her face

and made her laugh out loud.

“Come FLY-with-me, FLY-with-me, FLY-with-me,” the music begged.

Hannah spread her arms and soared up, up, UP. She saw a mountain goat nibbling at tufts of grass, and orange butterflies that darted above the alpine flowers.

GIRL FLYING, ARMS OUTSTRETCHED, WITH MUSIC ALL AROUND HER. SHE SEES MOUNTAIN GOAT AND BUTTERFLIES. THE PUPPY, ON THE GROUND BELOW, IS LOOKING UP AT HER.

Then, DOWN, down, down she drifted and settled on the shore.

GIRL CLIMBS INTO BOAT. DUCK FOLLOWS HER.

The puppy chased the duck. The goat chased the puppy. The little bird sat on the mountain goat’s back, and the butterflies sat on the sail. The boat tipped. “Oh no!” cried Hannah. “What should I do?”

PUPPY CHASES DUCK, GOAT CHASES PUPPY (WITH LITTLE BROWN BIRD RIDING ON GOAT’S BACK). BUTTERFLIES LAND ON THE SAIL. BOAT TIPS.

Music whispered on the breeze,

far across the lake.

It steadied Hannah’s little boat

and carried them gently along.

“HOME again, HOME again, HOME again,” the music sighed.

Hannah steered her boat. A fish plopped. The duck dived. And high overhead, an eagle watched.

GIRL STEERS BOAT, WITH ALL OF THE ANIMALS IN IT. MUSIC COMES ACROSS THE LAKE AND SWEEPS INTO THE SAIL. WHEN FISH ‘PLOPS’, DUCK DIVES FOR IT. OVERHEAD, AN EAGLE IS WATCHING ALL OF THIS.

Hannah sailed home and sat down by the fire.

GIRL GETS OUT OF BOAT. ALL OF THE ANIMALS FOLLOW HER, AND WATCH AS SHE SETS A CAMPFIRE.

Music leaped among the flames,

swirling in the smoke.

It teased away Hannah’s tiredness

and kissed her toes and cheeks.

“Come SING-with me, SING-with me, SING-with me,” the music crooned.

Hannah sang. The bird sang “Chirp!” and the duck sang “Quack! and the puppy sang “Woof!” and the mountain goat sang “Baaah!” And high overhead, an eagle sang “Skree!” A baby deer heard the singing, and came closer to listen.

GIRL AND ANIMALS SING, GATHERED AROUND THE CAMPFIRE, WITH EAGLE OVERHEAD. MUSIC RISES FROM FLAMES. BABY DEER CREEPS OUT OF FOREST TO WATCH AND LISTEN.

Hannah searched for just the right branch. Carefully, she carved a wooden flute.

GIRL CARVING.

When it was finished at last, she sat on a large rock and blew softly. As she played, music spilled from her flute.

It swirled through the treetops

and danced across the lake.

It soared to the rocky peaks

and then back home again.

“Come PLAY-with-me, PLAY-with-me, PLAY-with-me,” the music called.

GIRL SITTING ON LARGE ROCK, WITH MUSIC POURING OUT OF HER FLUTE AND GOING UP THROUGH THE TREETOPS, ACROSS THE LAKE, UP TO THE ROCKY PEAKS, AND SWIRLING BACK HOME.

Children came running through the trees. “Can we play?” they said.

CHILDREN COME RUNNING THROUGH THE TREES WHILE GIRL PLAYS HER FLUTE. PERHAPS ANIMALS DANCE. END WITH MUSIC AND LAUGHTER.

Copyright © Alison Lohans

 

  • February 14th, 2017
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