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MR. BUNT SCENE 11

The Maple Tree. We have a deep, soft, moonlit sky. In the center of the stage is the Maple Tree, and curled high in its dark cluster of branches

lies the little white figure of Gyem, nodding. Music.

Deep shadows fall about, and from them oomes the throbbing of the crickets. The throbbing grows louder and again the song of the Sand man is heard approaching. He slowly enters. SANDMAN

Singing

Dream, baby, dream. Close the shadows creep,

While your fancies follow me O'er the land of sleep. GYEM

Yawning Oh, it makes me sleepy to look at you, Sandman. SANDMAN

Stops a moment, then continues on his way across the stage.

Fair night tonight, Gyem. Singing All the world is still.

Moving off GYEM

Good for you, old top. You've done a good job.