The boy's parents watch him as he -- as they, are taken
The rest of their story is as you would expect.
EXT. SKY - DAY
Bright, bright blue framing a blinding white sun.
PAN DOWN AGAIN TO REVEAL:
The cracked, drought-stricken soil of nowhere.
KENYA - 1978
A group of children at play. Tribal children who,
without the help of the titles, could be from any age.
They run through a tiny village of tents, playing. Every
child holds a long reed-like stick and they chase each
other playing their version of tag.
As each child is tapped, they chase the others. Each
trying to avoid being "it", though never going far enough
away to miss the fun.
One girl in particular. A PRETTY GIRL OF 12, with
unusual white hair, is tagged and immediately shunned.
She chases kids this way and that, but to no avail. She
is not strong enough, nor agile enough, to win.
She tumbles and lands on her stick, snapping it. She
stands and, when the children see that her stick is
broken, they begin to giggle.
The giggles become laughter and the laughter becomes a
taunt, and before we even realize, the inherent cruelty
of children let loose becomes evident.
They have now formed a circle, at first avoiding her
touch with distance, but now growing tighter with menace.
In the unspoken manner of children at prey, the group
begins to chant in their native tongue - a song we have
not heard but sung in a way none-too inviting. They
begin to poke at her with the reeds, driving her back.
The girl now moves to the center of the circle, no longer
wishing to tag anyone.