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JOF crawls out of the wagon. There is still a spot of shade under the big
trees. He takes a drink of water, gargles, stretches and talks to his
Good morning. Have you had breakfast? I can't
eat grass, worse luck. Can't you teach me how?
We're a little hard up. People aren't very
interested in juggling in this part of the
He has picked up the juggling balls and slowly begins to toss them. Then he
stands on his head and cackles like a hen. Suddenly he stops and sits down
with a look of utter astonishment on his face. The wind causes the trees to
sway slightly. The leaves stir and there is a soft murmur. The flowers and
the grass bend gracefully, and somewhere a bird raises its voice in a long
JOF'S face breaks into a smile and his eyes fill with tears. With a dazed
expression he sits flat on his behind while the grass rustles softly, and
bees and butterflies hum around his head. The unseen bird continues to sing.
Suddenly the breeze stops blowing, the bird stops singing, JOF'S smile
the flowers and grass wilt in the heat. The old horse is still walking
grazing and swishing its tail to ward off the flies.
JOF comes to life. He rushes into the wagon and shakes MIA awake.
Mia, wake up. Wake up! Mia, I've just seen
something. I've got to tell you about it!
(sits up, terrified)
What is it? What's happened?
Listen, I've had a vision. No, it wasn't a
vision. It was real, absolutely real.
Oh, so you've had a vision again!
MIA's voice is filled with gentle irony. JOF shakes his head and grabs her
But I did see her!
Whom did you see?
The Virgin Mary.
MIA can't help being impressed by her husband's fervor. She lowers her