INT. CAVE NIGHT
There is a huge ancient hourglass made of animal skins, and
acorns plop through the waist of the hourglass one by one.
It sits in a pool of water. In the water swim EYELESS CATFISH
in geometric patterns. An underground stream feeds the pool
of water and then flows into a huge underground crevasse
that on occasion emits a LOW RUMBLE.
INDIANS with torches surround the hourglass, which now we
can see is in a cave. And as soon as the acorns have finished
passing through the hourglass, a crew of Indians turn it on
its opposite end. One of the Indians appears to be JAPANESE.
ONE INDIAN stands at the wall of the cavern in front of a
series of symbolic carvings and scratches, with stone in
hand he makes a few hatchmarks, and keeps an eye on the
THE CREVASSE RUMBLES once more, loosening a few chunks of
rock from the cave.
The earth begins to shake.
THE CHART KEEPER
She is restless tonight.
She dreams of loving.
She has the blues.
View of the chartkeeper's drawings. One is of a crane with a
very long neck. Another is a primitive drawing of a naked
girl, who has long flowing hair. She also has, pointed out
from her sides, thumbs that are three times normal human
proportions. A MUSICAL CHORUS sounds at the sight of this
drawing of a girl with the thumbs. The chartkeeper puts the
finishing touches on the drawing.
And the song "Happy Birthday to You" strikes up on country
and western guitar and polka-like accordion. title
INT. RICHMOND VIRGINIA SUBURBAN HOME DAY
We see CANDLES burning on a cake. It is somebody's birthday.
And there are six candles on the cake.
SISSY HANKSHAW is six years old.
Her DADDY and a visiting UNCLE, finishing their rendition of
Happy Birthday, are staring down at Sissy and looking at her
young THUMBS, WHICH ARE UNUSUALLY LARGE and twitch with a
mind of their own.
She manages to blow out all six candles.
Well, you're lucky that you don't
Sissy couldn't suck 'em, she'd need
a mouth like a fish tank.
Sissy is negotiating a fork full of birthday cake, dropping
it because of her thumbs.
The poor little tyke might have a
hard time finding herself a hubby.
But as far as getting along in the
world, it's a real blessing that
Sissy's a girl-child. Lord, I reckon
this youngun would never make a