Show your Wyld side.
Caribou Theater. A One Act Play. Set in the great Northwest.
Open on two caribou…
Caribou #1 (James): Where the hell were you Kenny? It’s hunting season. I was worried sick.
Caribou #2 (Kenny): I am so sorry James. It’s just that… I can’t hardly even explain it…
James: You better try. Hey, what’s with you anyway? You seem strange.
Kenny: I feel strange… but not in a “I had some bad berries” type of way… but more like “What does this forest even mean?” type of way.
James: You’re scaring me Kenny.
Kenny: (lifting his hoof with a small box on it) Try this and you’ll know what I mean…
James: This another hiker find?
Kenny: Something like that… take it. It’s even better than the fermented maple sap.
James: (Takes the box) Reeeallly?? Better than the ‘Sap even? Look, it even says “Wyld” on the wrapper. Like us…
Kenny: Yes, James. wild, just like us. And the Pixies song is named after you. Sure. Words mean things. Annnyhoos, there’s a delicious colored cannabis chocolate leaf inside. I gave you the Strawberry White Hybrid, cuz you kinda need to chill. I took the Blood Orange Sativa for myself because I had wanted to get stuff done today like scare some hikers, nibble some low hanging fruit, and scent up a tree or two with my musky horns for the does. But now I’m thinking maybe I’ll just go to the edge of the cliff overlooking the canyon and just stare off into the welcoming abyss… because I think somewhere in that gorge are contained certain inalienable truths.
James: Where did you really get these, Kenny?
Kenny: Where there’s a will there’s a way… that’s all I’ll say. You can either saddle up and join in some reindeer games, or let the sleigh fly you by yet again, James. Your call.
James: Damn you, Kenny. Fine. I guess Christmas is coming early this year, cuz I’m gonna pop open this gooey gift, and learn how to shine like Cousin Rudolph!
Fin.
