Theater scene
Two young, attractive wolves come onto the stage in an acrobatic love dance. (I am imagining that they make this two-person wheel, where you hold each other’s ankles forming a big circle, and then they roll onto the stage.)
FEMALE WOLF
(Laughs happily)
MALE WOLF
(Howls excitedly)
They run away from each other and make movements that mirror each other. Silly movements at first, childish, clownish, giggling, but little by little they get closer in their dance and end up in close, intimate mirroring movements (Yes, a poetic and exaggerated allegory to intercourse.) Suddenly though, the male wolf stops dancing and becomes serious. He steps back a little. The female wolf looks confused and tries to get closer to him again and resume the dancing. He puts his paw on her approaching chest.
MALE WOLF
No, now I really have to go.
FEMALE WOLF
What do you mean, you have to go? The forest is thick. The river is noisy. There is no way anyone could see us.
MALE WOLF
No, I really mean it. It is time.
He looks at the moon. The female steps in front of the moon.
FEMALE WOLF
What’s up with you? Aren’t you happy?
MALE WOLF
I love you. You know that. But you also know what is expected of me. I have my obligations. I have to be… Lonely Wolf.
FEMALE WOLF
But you are not lonely. You have me.
MALE WOLF
But I can’t tell anyone that. You know that. They would throw me out of the clan, out of the race, if they would ever find out, that I’ve had a girlfriend before I’ve been Lonely Wol/
FEMALE WOLF
/Bullshit. Bullshit.
She stomps the ground. The wolf gets a stern face and looks past the female.
MALE WOLF
It’s the worst thing a wolf could possibly do. Unhappiness has to come before happiness, and happiness is short lived for a male wolf, then he must become Lonely Wolf again.
FEMALE WOLF
(Tries to get closer to him again, tries to get past his hard shell)
But we love each other! Times have changed. Someone has to be the first.
MALE WOLF
No, you have to go back to the pack. I have to go up on the cliff.
He points to a lousy looking cliff standing in the background (Think Lion King type cliff, just with wheels under it). Over it a badly made shiny bright moon is hanging from a visible cord from the ceiling.
FEMALE WOLF
But I just want to be with you.
MALE WOLF
Aauuuu, I know. But think about what they will say about you. If you run with me, you’ll never be able to go back to the pack. You are not an individual. Du are a part of the pack. I am not your pack.
FEMALE WOLF
The pack can go fuck itself, that big bunch of bitches. I can’t stand all those sleeping bodies, all those running bodies, all the eating and suckling mouths. I’m going mad. I’ll go COMPLETELY MAD! I only want to be with you. You! You hear? I am going to kill myself, if you run away from me now. I’ll throw myself in the river.
MALE WOLF
Now, stop it, Honey, I know you don’t mean that.
FEMALE WOLF
I should most certainly think, that I mean what I say, why ever else would I say it? It would be absurd to pose empty threats. I will throw myself, I say, off, out!
She starts circling like a mad dancing bear. The male tries to stop her by pulling her arms and legs. It becomes a weird pull and push dance.
MALE WOLF
Easy… easy now, it will get easier with time, I promise. Just you wait and see, you will become happy! You are a female wolf. You’ll get pregnant with and older, respectable male and give birth to a litter, which you and the others will take care of, and then you’ll get pregnant again with another, and you’ll all take care of the little ones together like one big organism, and then they’ll get kids, and the kids will get kids. You’ll be so happy!
FEMALE WOLF
Shut up. Shut up. Shut up! I’ll throw myself off the cliff and directly into the river. I won’t stand for this. I can’t stand it!
MALE WOLF
This is becoming somewhat redundant don’t you think? We’ve talked about this a million times. You are a wolf. A suicide has never been recorded in the community of wolves. We are not disgraceful animals like lemmings or dolphins. We are proud, vigorous animals. We are…
FEMALE WOLF
Shuuuuuut up! Shut up, just shut up, shut up, aaaaaauuuuuuu…
She pushes him to the ground and runs towards the cliff.
MALE WOLF
Sandra!? Sandra?! What are you doing? No, no, nooooo…
She reaches the edge of the cliff and jumps off it (Onto a blue mattress, which is visible to the audience, because it resembles the river. The mattress gets dragged over the floor, like water running in a river carrying the female wolf with it.) The male wolf is staring at the scenario in disbelief for a while. Then he kneels as an honourable gesture, bends his head. The stage is quiet. Then some small gurgling sounds starts erupting from his throat. At first he doesn’t understand what is going on, but then, with only minor hesitation, he starts walking with slow convinced steps, royally poised onto the cliff, where he positions himself in the classic wolf posture and howls heartbreakingly at the moon, but quite soon, the voice starts sounding hoarse. He coughs a bit. Tries again, but this time no sound comes out. The moon shakes a bit. He coughs again, tries, but no luck. The moon falls from the sky. The wolf bows his head in shame. The cliff gets rolled out backstage (with the wolf still on it). The stage goes dark.