The Mohawk and the Glacier

By Shawn

TIME:  Twelve in the afternoon, the end of winter.

PLACE: A big icy-inside cave.  Slick watery ground with slanted curvy walls made of ice.

AT RISE: Bob, an icicle, is hanging from the ceiling.  Z-Hawk, a zebra with a big Mohawk and a long white tail is at the bottom of the cave.


Z-HAWK: (Sitting, looking at his hooves) I feel I need to cut it off to get into the herd, but at the same time I love my Mohawk and I do not want to give it away or sacrifice it. It’s big and black and white. It makes me feel happy, like jumping around! It makes me look cool.  But I know if I want into the herd I have to cut it and keep it cut.  It’s painful, not physically but emotionally, to the heart.  This Mohawk means to me what I am and what I’m all about.  I’m not like everybody else.  It feels like you’re the coolest zebra in the world—you have something that no one else has!  If I cut it off I’ll be like them. I don’t want to.

BOB: I need someone strong to help me knock something in front of this cave so I can prepare for the thirty days. The Big 3-0!  When the thirty days happens, it’s going to be night every single day:  the water will freeze faster, the ice won’t melt, and I will form into a glacier and leave this place! (Sliding back and forth)  I’m not strong enough to break the big chunk of ice in front of the entrance, but Z-Hawk is.  (To Z-Hawk) Can you help me knock something in front of the cave?

Z-HAWK: No, because if I do I’ll be trapped either inside or outside, without anything good happening to me.  I’d be stuck outside and not able to go into the cave.  Because, the reason I came was to ask you to find a way to cut my hair and my tail. (Aside)  I don’t want to flood the place I was born, where my favorite memories are, where everything was normal, not so bad as it is now.  How my family doesn’t accept me as a normal zebra.  It feels good to know one time was like that, that maybe it can be normal again. (To Bob) I feel bad I’m not helping you because you’re one of my best friends, but I don’t want to ruin the place I grew up.

BOB: Come on, you barely visit me anyways.  What would it hurt to help me now?

Z-HAWK: (Sadly, mopey) I’m sorry I haven’t visited you lately or often, but it doesn’t give you the right to take my home away.

BOB: (Madly) You’re right. This was your home but it’s also mine and I think I have some say about what happens to it.

Z-HAWK: Whatever! (Walks towards the entrance to the cave)

BOB: Wait! Wait!  Remember when you first came in here?  Who was dangling from the ceiling?  (All gloaty) I was!

Z-HAWK: You want me to help you, but you gloat about living here longer? So why’d you let my family stay?

BOB: Because your family was nice and we trusted you. Now I can see the way you’re raised. You can’t even help out a friend, even though we let you stay here for years!

Z-HAWK: (Puffs up, stands tall on two legs) I’d never thought that you’d be like that.  I thought you were a good friend.  It shows that all you want is something for yourself.

BOB: I really need this because it’s the only chance I got this year to become a glacier!

Z-HAWK: I understand that, but I need help too. I need to join the herd before they leave to different plains. This is the only chance I have too. I may not see them again.

BOB: So, you know how I feel. You’ll never see them again, and I won’t be able to become a glacier. Ever.  Fine! If you don’t help me become a glacier, I’ll tell all the other icicles that you’re afraid of field mice.

Z-HAWK: (Tilting his head) If you’re going to be like that, I’ll tell the icicles you’re afraid of water.  And guess what, you are water!  You’re made of water!  The icicles are going to love this!

BOB: (Slides back.  Aside) I shouldn’t have antagonized him. I think he’s serious! I think he’s really going to tell.  I don’t want to feel stupid. Thinking about my fear is kind of dumb.

Z-HAWK: Remember when we were younger, when we were really good friends?  We never used to fight like this.

BOB: I know. (Sassy) But think of it my way.  You get to move around and visit places all you want. And all I get to do is stay in this cave.

Z-HAWK: (Aside) He’s right. He doesn’t get to leave the cave. I want to give him my home to become a glacier, but he’s not convincing me he’s still going to be here as a friend.  (To Bob) Okay, where would you go?

BOB: Everywhere! That’s why I want to become a glacier. I want to go everywhere!

Z-HAWK: Exactly! Everywhere. Everywhere but here.

BOB: What do you mean?

Z-HAWK: Never mind.  It doesn’t matter. (Looks away, turns his head)

BOB: (Squints his eyes) You don’t care to help me out!

Z-HAWK: (Blows violently out his nose) I do care!  I just don’t want to have one of my best friends gone.  I might get to travel a lot, but you have friends here with you.

BOB: Yeah right!  You just care for yourself!

Z-HAWK: (Stomping one hoof) I give everybody everything they want, put their stuff before mine!  How about somebody puts my stuff before theirs?!

BOB: I’m sorry.  What did you want?

Z-HAWK: (Shouting) I told you I need help to cut my hair and my tail!

BOB: Okay, okay. (Confused) How would I help?

Z-HAWK: You don’t have to cut my hair.  I just need advice for where to go.

BOB: Why would you come to me in the fist place when you know I’ve never left this cave?

Z-HAWK: Do you know a way to help me here?

BOB: No.

Z-HAWK: No reason, it’s kinda dumb. (Puts his head down)

BOB: What’s the matter?  Why’d you come?

Z-HAWK: I came to talk to you. (Sits down)

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