| Cookie: |
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Mom, can
I go out with my friends to the movies in Donutville?
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| Dulce: |
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No! Young
lady, do you know what time it is?
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| Cookie: |
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Yeah,
it’s only 8 o’clock. I’ll be back soon. |
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| Dulce: |
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A young
bunny like you shouldn’t be out hopping around
this time of night.
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| Cookie: |
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You never
let me go out! You’re so unfair. You act like I’m
three months old. I’m one whole bunny year old!
I’m grown now. I can take care of myself.
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| Dulce: |
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Oh,
no you can’t. You’re still a little girl. So
go to your hole! (Cookie goes to her room feeling frustrated,
then comes back to her mom’s room again. |
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| Cookie: |
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(Screaming)
Well, I don’t care what you say. I’m leaving!
You have me so trapped in this stupid tree that I feel
like I’m suffocating! |
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| Dulce: |
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Young lady,
lower your tone! I’m tired of you whining and crying
about how I never let you go out. You’re still
so young, you need to be home. It’s too dangerous
out there.
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| Cookie: |
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You’re
so stupid and ignorant. Can’t you see I want to be
independent? I wanna live on my own and actually have
air to breathe. That’s why I’m leaving this
tree!
(Dulce, disheartened, slaps Cookie across the face.
Cookie, furious, runs into her room and starts packing
her bag made out of eggshells. Mom comes into her room.)
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| Dulce: |
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Where
do you think you’re going? (She throws Cookie’s
eggshell bag on the floor. It breaks.) |
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| Cookie: |
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What
do you think? You just slapped me across my fur! |
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| Dulce: |
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That
probably hurted me more than it hurted you. |
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| Cookie: |
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(Crying
and mad.) Oh yeah, right. You know, I feel like slapping
you back. |
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| Dulce: |
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Calm
down. It hurts me so bad that you want to leave my side.
You’re my responsibility. How am I supposed to just
let you out into the big candy city on your own? |
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| Cookie: |
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I
can take care of myself. I can handle it. It’s your
own fault. You never give me space. |
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| Dulce: |
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Well,
if you leave, you can’t ever come back. I’ll
disown you. |
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| Cookie: |
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(Stunned.)
You can’t do that! I’m your only girl. You’ll
have no heart if you disown me! |
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| Dulce: |
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If
you leave, I will have failed as a mother. |
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| Cookie: |
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If
you let me leave, you’ll be doing me a favor. I need
to be free. You don’t let me do my own thing. What
I want to do, you don’t understand. |
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| Dulce: |
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Well, I
already told you the consequences of you leaving.
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| Cookie: |
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That’s
all you have to say to me?
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| Dulce: |
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(Crying.)
No, also I love you with all my heart and I don’t
want you to leave.
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| Cookie: |
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(Aside)
It hurts me so much seeing my mom cry. What should I do?
If I stay, I know that this arguing and disagreeing will
continue and if I go, I’ll hurt the person I love
most in the world…She loves me too much for me to
tell her the real truth about who I am. |
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| Cookie: |
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(Grabbing
her mother’s paw, addressing her.) But Mom, I
really need this freedom because a lot of things are changing
in my life, that I think you’re not gonna be able
to handle. |
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| Dulce: |
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What
are you talking about? Don’t tell me you’re
pregnant (Snatching her paw back.) |
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| Cookie: |
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(Frowns.)
No, it’s worse than that. I’ve found a special
someone. |
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| Dulce: |
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(Putting
her paws on her forehead.) You’ve been seeing
boys behind my back? After I told you many times, you’re
not ready to have a boyfriend? |
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| Cookie: |
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I
have been seeing someone behind your back. Her name is
Goldie. |
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| Dulce: |
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(Shocked.)
Goldie? The pink bunny? That lives across from our tree? |
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| Cookie: |
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Yeah.
Her. She’s a beautiful bunny, in and out. She’s
been helping me to deal with all the stuff I’ve been
going through, and I really love her. |
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| Dulce: |
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You’re
telling me you’re gay? You’ve been seeing girl
bunnies instead of boy bunnies? |
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| Cookie: |
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Yes
mother, I’m gay. (Embarrassed to tell Mom, but
confident about it.) And I’m not ashamed to admit
it. |
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| Dulce: |
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No,
no, you can’t be telling me this! Now I understand
why you wanna leave so bad. Why didn’t you tell me
this? |
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| Cookie: |
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You’re
always talking about how you hate gays. You say stuff
like “Oh, I saw a gay bunny today. It was a disgusting
sight. How am I supposed to feel comfortable telling you
how I feel when you say stuff like that? It makes me feel
so sad and confused and mad at the same time. I knew you
just wouldn’t have understood. |
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| Dulce: |
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No,
I don’t understand how my only girl could be gay!
You know what? I don’t even wanna look at you. Get
out of my face! Just leave! |
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| Cookie: |
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(Crying.)
First you wanted me to stay and now you’re kicking
me out? Fine. Don’t’ expect to see me anytime
soon. (She gets her things and leaves the tree.) |
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SCENE
II
TIME: One month later, 2 o’clock in the
afternoon
PLACE: Mom’s room in the maple tree.
AT RISE: Mom’s lying in her rose petal bed,
pale. Her fur is grayer. We see Cookie come into the
room.
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| Cookie: |
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(Looking
at her mom.) I know you don’t wanna see me here,
but I just had to come see you. I can’t live thinking
about how much the way I am is affecting you. You’re
basically dying because of me. I wish you could just understand
me. |
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| Dulce: |
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(Turning
her head away from Cookie.) I can’t believe you
have the courage to come back here and try to change my
mind. What you’re doing is a sin and I’m dying
because of it. I was raised as a youth to hate gay animals. |
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| Cookie: |
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But
you weren’t raised to hate me, your own blood. I
feel like this is partially my fault. I just wanted you
to accept me for who I am. I never wanted to hurt you. |
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| Dulce: |
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My
dream was to see my daughter married to a handsome young
boy bunny someday, since I didn’t accomplish that
when I was young. I wanted to be a grandmother someday,
but now that will never happen. Why did you have to turn
out this way? What mistakes have I made?
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| Cookie: |
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You
did nothing wrong. This is just the way God wanted me
to be and I can’t change. You can change for me. |
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| Dulce: |
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So,
I’m just supposed to live knowing this? And be OK
with it?
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| Cookie: |
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I’m
you’re daughter. You’re supposed to be there
for me. |
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| Dulce: |
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I
will never accept my only daughter being gay. You just
leave me alone and let me mourn. You are a disgrace! |
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| Cookie: |
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(Crying.)
I knew you would react this way. That’s why I kept
it a secret. I just wanted to get out. I’m leaving
now, but before I leave, I want you to know that I don’t
hate you for how you’re treating me. I still love
you and I hope you can find it in your heart to accept
me for who I am someday, if you ever change your mind.
I have been living with Goldie in Jolly Rancher City.
She has been helping me through this hard time. Mom, if
you only knew how much of a beautiful bunny she is to
me. If it wasn’t because of her, I’d feel miserable
because knowing that I’m losing you has devastated
me. But I can’t change your homophobic ways. (She
tries to give her mom a hug, but her mom turns away. Cookie
walks out the door and leaves the tree for good now.) |
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The
End. |
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POEMS
As the days
go by, I sit and watch my life change so dramatically.
Every hour and every second, I live it like it was my
last.
My wish is to be free, free to be me.
I feel sad as a lamb, hopeless without its mother. I feel
happy as a salmon, determined to swim across the river.
I feel angry like a lion, enraged to catch its prey. I
feel scared as a fish, alarmed when it sees a shark. But
I know I’m a bunny feeling confused, trapped and
positive about who I am.
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