Feast

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FADE IN:

EXT. DESERT -- DAY

The white sun beats down on the rocky terrain. There's not a

cloud in the blue sky and the wind is at a standstill.

Far in the distance, a LINE OF PEOPLE make their way towards

the entrance of a small cavern.

Two VULTURES perched on barren tree watch the intruders.

EXT. CAVERN ENTRANCE -- MOMENTS LATER

A tall, lean, effeminate man with oversized glasses and

wearing a tight brown uniform stands in front of the cavern

entrance. He wears a tan bandanna around his neck and uses a

water-filled spray bottle to cool himself down.

This is the MALE BROWNIE TROOP LEADER (36).

TROOP LEADER:

(with a lisp)

Okay ladies, gather around!

A DOZEN YOUNG GIRLS dressed in BROWNIE UNIFORMS stand in

front of the Troop Leader. They've been walking for half the

day and couldn't care less what adventure awaits.

He produces a small hand chisel.

TROOP LEADER:

This is the type of chisel that we

will all be using today. It is not

to be used for "hitting" things, it

is to be used for "chiseling"

things... gently.

He demonstrates, chiseling the air.

TROOP LEADER:

And does anyone know why we don't

want to hit things?

The girls sigh, they've been through this type of treatment

from him a thousand times before.

BROWNIE GROUP:

Because we don't want to break the

dinosaur bones.

TROOP LEADER:

Correct! Now, let's get to it and

earn those anthropology badges!

The Troop Leader turns to enter the cavern. The group follows.

A SICKLY BROWNIE tries to hide from the others, but the Troop

Leader notices her. He shakes his head and corners her.

TROOP LEADER:

(kneeling)

Hey little bear, aren't you going to

join the others?

SICKLY BROWNIE:

Um, my allergist told me not to engage

in physically demanding activities

where ragweed or spores might be

present, sir.

The Troop Leader frowns, but knows what to do.

TROOP LEADER:

Do you have a note to corroborate

these claims?

SICKLY BROWNIE:

Um, well...

TROOP LEADER:

Are you lying to me?

SICKLY BROWNIE:

Well...

TROOP LEADER:

What did we say about lying?

SICKLY BROWNIE:

I'm not lying.

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