Пьесы для театра

As our boss puts it, time is money. Take the sausage while it’s still fresh.

Yumi. But my mom doesn’t allow me to leave our yard.

Toy. Harping on the same string again! Mom, mom. I thought you are a cool lad. Ugh, nancy.

Yumi. I am not a nancy!

Toy. Can you imagine how happy your mom will be when you present her with a sausage?

Yumi. Mom? Will be happy? Let’s go. Right now.

Toy. Keep up with me.

Yumi and Toy leave. The titmouse comes flying. The mice leave their hole and play along.

In less than two minutes Yumi comes running into the yard.

He is followed by Khorkov and Corkscrew with an animal catch pole. Yumi runs across the yard, rushes to the hole under the fence, but the Corkscrew grips hold of his hind feet. The mice come to the aid of Yumi, they pelt Corkscrew with snowballs. The titmouse takes away Khorkov’s attention. Corkscrew lets the puppy go. Yumi runs to the wasteland and hides in his dugout. The mice disappear in their hole.

Khorkov. What a scatterbrain you are, Corkscrew! Could not hold down a puppy.

Corkscrew. And you are another, Khorkov. Come on, help me. He’s somewhere near.

Khorkov and Corkscrew come to the wasteland and look for Yumi. The crow comes flying. It sits on the place where the entrance to Yumi’s hideaway is.

Crow. Caw!!! Caw!!!

Khorkov. Look! Crow. Go see what’s out there.

Crow. Here! He hid here! Caw!!!

Corkscrew. Chuck-chuck. Little doggo, where are you?

Khorkov. We will catch you anyway, pup.

The chasers approach the dugout house. The crow flies away.

Crow(on the wing). Caw!!! You will remember me, pup. You will remember me! Caw!!! Caw!!!

Khorkov. Aha! Here is his hole.

Corkscrew (he pokes the Yumi’s hideaway with his catch pole). There is someone there!

Khorkov. Step aside! I will get him.

Corkscrew. Try.

Khorkov reaches forward and pushes his arm into the dugout, trying to get the puppy.

Corkscrew. Why not to try a pole?

Khorkov. Keep out of the way!

Khorkov gets his arm reeking with blood out of the dugout with a shriek.

Greta jumps out and comes for Khorkov. At this point Corkscrew gets a loop of the catcher pole on Greta’s neck and pins the dog to the ground.

Corkscrew. What a taking! Hold still, dog, or it’ll be worse.

Khorkov. Pest of a dog! It has bitten my arm through.

Greta. Yumi! Run! Hide away, son!

Yumi jumps out of the dugout and runs to the thickets of bushes.

Corkscrew.