DREAM OF THE TORTOISE

 

BY DAVID M.

 

CHARACTERS:

 

 Brah* the Sea Turtle, male age 16

 Mom, the butterfly, his mother

*this is the Hawaiian pronunciation for “brother”.

 

SETTING: 

 

On a beach by the Pacific ocean. There is a wooden shack

and near-by a cave. The air smells of saltwater. The wind is blowing, you can hear a loud smack when the waves hit each other. On the sandy brown beach there is litter: six-pack plastic rings for sodas. Lots of cigarette butts sticking in the sand. Lots of paper plates too, and plastic forks and spoons and knives. Dirty

napkins filled with leftovers from people’s lips. Barrels with oil and gasoline leaking into the water.

 

TIME: Early on a Sunday morning.

 

AT RISE:

 

BRAH is on the beach in front of his cave, watching the sun rise.

BRAH

 

I don’t know. Damn, man. Should I tell my Mom or just go?

 

What should I tell her…? I mean she ain’t gonna accept this.

 

She’ll probably make me go home. Well, I mean, my house is like

 

right there. (slowly turns his turtle head to look back

 

at the cave.)  What am I saying? You know what, never mind,

 

I’m’ma just  go! I’m grown. Man, I’m 16! Shoot she can’t stop

 

me!

 

(BRAH starts to crawl towards the water. Suddenly, MOM comes flying in)

 

MOM  

 

BRAH!

 

(BRAH turns his turtle head to see who is calling him.)

 

MOM

BRAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

(BRAH stops and pulls his head back into his shell to hide.)

 

 

 

MOM  

BRAH?! WHAT are you doing? I know that’s you HIDING.

 

You are not even close to looking like a rock.

 

I’m your mother, I know what my son looks like.

 

BRAH

I’m sorry Ma.

 

 

MOM

Yea, you betta be sorry. Try and hide from me!

 

(under her breath) Psss…!    And where do you think you’re

 

going?  Huh?   (BRAH looks up at his mom like an innocent

 

little turtle) Are you deaf?! Don’t make me say it again!

 

(BRAH looks down at the sand feeling very blue)

 

WELL?!

 

BRAH

I’m going to a convention.

 

MOM (baffled)

What CONVENTION ?!

 

 

BRAH

Just a convention.

 MOM

Does this “convention” include school?

 

BRAH

Well, it’s a convention about helping the environment to be…

MOM (cutting him off)

Environment?! Boy, what you know about the environment?

 

BRAH

Ma, it’s everywhere. There’s danger. I want the environment to

 

be clean so the creatures can live safely, nothing in front of

 

them, stopping them or to be afraid of, when they are swimming

 

someplace and swimming back home to their families.

 

I’m trying to save the other creatures from having fear.

 

MOM

Fear? What kind of fear do you know about down there in the

 

ocean?

 

BRAH

All those creatures that’s down there has a fear. Every one

 

of them has some kind of fear to get rid of. And the creature to

 

help is me. I can help the environment to be safe. I got it. It’s all

 

here in this folder and here in my heart.

MOM

I can’t let you do this, son. It’s very dangerous going down there

 

by yourself.

 

BRAH

Mom…I have to be there as soon as possible. I already said I

 

would make a speech to the convention of creatures of the Pacific

 

Ocean. Today. 1:30 p.m. sharp. You know how slow I go, and if I

 

don’t make it there all of those creatures will stay having fears.

 

They are depending on me to do this.  I don’t want them to think

 

that I’m a punk turtle, Ma.

 

MOM (to herself) 

WOW! Do you hear this? Man, I can’t believe what he’s saying. I

 

want my son to grow up and be a wonderful and successful sea

 

turtle and have baby turtles, now that would make me happy.  I

 

didn’t know he’d want to do something crazy like this. There are

 

the Thugs who always litter and pollute everywhere and those

 

Thugs might not appreciate Brah cleaning up their areas. What if

 

they bring pain on him and our family?

 

BRAH (un-freezes)

Mom, please. I’m begging you. I want to do this. I’ve been

 

wanting to do this my whole entire life ever since I first swam by

 

myself to school, I wanted to do this.

 

MOM

You really want to do this?

BRAH

Yes Mom, please.

 

MOM (challenging him)

Let me hear what you’re gonna say. Read me your stuff. I’ll be

 

the judge to let you go to the Convention and say your speech.

 

BRAH

Good afternoon, Citizens of the Pacific Ocean. My name is Brah

 

the Sea Turtle. I’ve come from a place that’s full of danger and

 

violence and pollution. I’ve seen many different creatures going

 

out, to school, to work, to play, going out and coming back home

 

with fear on their faces and in their hearts. I’m here because I

 

want to change that situation. I want to help creatures to be safe

 

and to have fun in the environment, not danger and litter in it. To

 

enjoy the beautiful things our Heavenly father has created for us.

MOM

So, you saying you want to make a change.

 

BRAH

Yes Ma, I want to make a change. I want to make things

better.

 

MOM

Do you think you’re really up for this?

 

BRAH

Yes. And Mom, time is running out.

 

MOM

What time you have to be there?

 

BRAH

1:30 p.m.  SHARP.

 

MOM

Son, you know how I feel about you doing this…I don’t feel like I want you to do this…but I can see that you want to follow your dream and you’ve worked real hard on this. If that’s what you see, the fear that’s on those creatures’ faces…But when you go, always keep in mind that if you fail doing this, don’t be crawling back to me crying.

BRAH

Mom, I’m not going to fail. I know I can do this. I have a huge feeling that I can succeed.

 

(BRAH crawls into the water and swims away without looking back.)                      

END OF PLAY      

 

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