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

CREVASSE.

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.

ANOTHER INDIAN:

She dreams of loving.

STILL ANOTHER:

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

BIG THUMBS:

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.

UNCLE:

Well, you're lucky that you don't

suck 'em.

DADDY:

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.

UNCLE:

(agrees)

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

mechanic.

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