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others to be heard.

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FLIGHT OF THE FOXES (DRAFT)

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Emma Conner


Adapted from the illustration by wirrow  

 

     

FADE IN:


INT. BEDROOM - HOUSE - NIGHT.


A LITTLE GIRL gazes out of her bedroom window at the moon and the stars shining above her. She SIGHS wistfully.


A KNOCK at the door. Her MOTHER enters.


The Little Girl turns around, looking rather guilty. Her Mother points sternly at the Little Girl's bed and, reluctantly, the Little Girl crosses to it and gets in.


After a beat, her Mother switches the bedroom light off and leaves.


Mother's FOOTSTEPS retreating down the hallway, followed by the sound of her own bedroom door OPENING and CLOSING.


The Little Girl cautiously cracks one eye open, then the other. Once she is certain that her Mother is safely ensconced in her own room, the Little Girl slips out of bed and crosses back to the window.


The stars twinkle invitingly at her.


A BLACK SHAPE blots one out for a second. The Little Girl blinks, puzzled, rubbing at her eyes. Another black shape appears, and another and another. What on earth are they?


The shapes swoop closer and closer, lower and lower, and finally the Little Girl can see what they are: foxes. A dozen at least, soaring through the night sky just like a flock of birds.


She presses a hand to the window glass, awed.


The bedroom light SNAPS on again and her Mother is stood in the doorway, furious at her daughter's disobedience.


The Little Girl points excitedly to the window, trying to tell her mother about the incredible thing she has just seen, but her Mother will not listen to such nonsense.


She shepherds her daughter back to bed, clearly thinking she has had a very strange dream. The Little Girl isn't having any of it, and she drags her mother back to the window in order to prove that what she saw was no dream.


Giving in, her mother peers out and sees...nothing but the moon and stars.


The Little Girl is crushed.


Did she really dream up those foxes?


INT. KITCHEN - HOUSE - MORNING.


The Little Girl sits glumly at the breakfast table, pushing a spoon around in her cereal bowl.


Her Mother attempts to comfort her but the Little Girl doesn't respond.


INT. BEDROOM - HOUSE - NIGHT.


The Little Girl is standing at the window, nose pressed against the glass, eagerly awaiting the return of the foxes.


A BLACK SHAPE flits across the sky and the Little Girl's eyes widen hopefully...


...but it is just a bat.


INT. BEDROOM - HOUSE - NEXT NIGHT.


The Little Girl is at the window again, noticeably less hopeful this time.


Her Mother comes in. She does not react angrily when she sees that her daughter is not in bed as she should be. Instead, her Mother stands beside her and wraps an arm around her shoulders.


Eventually, the Little Girl turns away from the window. The foxes are not coming back.


INT. HOUSE - BEDROOM - LATER THAT NIGHT.


It is very late and the Little Girl is asleep.


A SHADOW falls over the window.


The window slides open, as if by magic. The Little Girl stirs at the sound, rolls over and GASPS: one of the foxes is standing below her open window!


She races over to them, excited. The fox holds out a paw and she takes it, trusting them implicitly.


Gently, her feet begin to rise from the ground, so gently that the Little Girl doesn't even notice at first. When she does, she is at once shocked and excited.


She and the fox float out of the window.


The other foxes are waiting for them.


EXT. SKY - NIGHT.


Together they swoop away into the night. The Little Girl is flying among the stars at last.


She dips and swoops as the foxes bound around her, their paws touching nothing but air. She pauses in her flight and spreads her arms and legs out, forming a star of her very own.


The fox who came to her room copies her, and the Little Girl LAUGHS...


INT. KITCHEN - HOUSE - MORNING.


The Little Girl is having her breakfast, still smiling at the memory of her incredible night adventure.


Her mother is relieved to see her happy again.


FADE TO BLACK.


END.

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My deepest thanks to all the talented hitRECorders whose photos were used in this collage. 


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Sadly, I was unable to resource the following RECords:


Photographer Stencil: http://www.hitrecord.org/records/44205

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