Kayla: A Cry in the Wilderness Page #2

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Can I get up now?

Mom!

[KNOCK ON THE DOOR]

Come in.

Washburn said to bring

you your homework.

There it is.

Althea, your ma, she's

teaching me piano lessons.

Well, well wait.

What's that?

This?

It's a duck.

A duck?

Yeah.

Well, let me see.

I started making them when I was a kid.

I sell them to hunters.

You made this?

Look.

Carpenter hands.

Carpenter hands?

I have a feel for the wood.

Born with it.

Feel my calluses.

All the Nightingale's

have carpenter hands.

We build the church

steeple and Loyalist Hall.

Great-grandpa Nightingale

made schooner ships

in Saint John's, New Brunswick.

Well, what kind of duck is it?

A Mallard.

Look at the ring on its neck.

I don't know anything about ducks.

Sure don't.

You can have him if you want.

- How much?

- I ain't selling him.

So do you want him.

Sure I want him.

Quack.

Quack.

I call this township meeting to order.

Now, the first item is the

township winter fair, which

may seem like a foolish

notion, but a good time

was had by all last year so

we thought we'd try it again.

Including prizes, an ice

sculpture, and this year

a little something extra.

Show them in, Jaynie.

[DOGS BARKING]

[APPLAUSE]

Sled dog race.

Open to any and all.

Loggers, farmers, even policemen.

Anybody who thinks he has a

team who can stand a little bit

of rough running is

welcome to come and show

some of that pioneer spirit

that made the townships great.

All right everybody.

Settle down, settle down.

The second item is the wild dog problem.

A number of actions have

been tabled for discussion.

You heard of strychnine, ain't ya?

Wolf poison.

Mr. Nightingale.

I didn't come here to discuss.

The chair recognizes August Nightingale.

Wild dogs ran down

three of my best calves

the night before last.

They have to be exterminated.

Wold poison, and plenty of

it, paid for by this township.

That's the only way we're going...

He's right!

Terminate 'em.

Kill every last one.

Now, now, hold on just a minute.

A farmer's got the right

to protect his creatures.

- That's right.

- Now I say put it to a vote.

I'm not the only one

that's losing stock.

Wolf poison's extremely dangerous

and it's extremely toxic.

If you set it out in

sufficient quantities

to destroy a pack of ranging dogs,

God knows what else will pick it up.

There are cases in Megantic

of children getting

strychnine poisoning from squirrels.

You're no farmer.

Come on, August.

Be reasonable.

What gives you the notion

to run this township.

Put it to a vote, I say.

- Put it to a vote.

- [CROWD CHANTING] Vote!

As township health officer I have

to say we must maintain the

ban against using poisons

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