or The Philosopher in the Bread Oven
[A Play in one Act]
Desy (eyes closed): It is lonely here at the bottom of things.
Mouse (perched on back legs, hands out): Friend, you are not alone here. You are never really alone.
Desy (eyes still closed): But I can’t be sure of you, pal. After all, I might just be imagining you, right?
Mouse (hands slowly dropping to his mousy sides): And would that really matter, friend?
Desy (eyes wide open): Pal? Where’d you go?
Mouse (gone): Je suis partout.
Desy (eyes closed again): Il y a beaucoup à regretter.