Summer at Mudlark: A Love Story. Scene 2
When we last left our intrepid Mudlarkians, they were impatiently waiting for summer.
Time: Late May 2009
Place: the same concrete stoop. Flowers are blooming around the entryway
At rise: Ralph paces, Eunice studies an ant eating the remains of her tuna fish sandwich
Ralph: ARRRGGHHH! I’m so impatient!!!
Eunice: Ralph! Jeezum Crow, calm down! You nearly stepped on my ant!
Ralph: Sorry.
Eunice: No harm done.
Ralph: Wait- you have an ant?
Eunice: Sure.
Ralph: Which one’s yours?
Eunice :That guy right there. His name’s Russell
Ralph: Russell.
Eunice: Yeah, Russell.
Ralph: What’s Russell doing?
Eunice: Besides trying to avoid being murdered by your feet? He’s trying to get some lunch.
Ralph: Oh, sorry, Russell.
Eunice: Uh–huh.
Ralph: Don’t ants build anthills? Or ant farms?
Eunice: Think so.
Ralph: You should sign Russell up for Art Town with Rebecca. He could contribute the ant’s perspective to the town they’re creating.
Eunice: That’s a good idea. Russell does like to build.
Ralph: Oooh! Or Set Design with Meg!
Eunice: Hmmm, Russell would enjoy that.
Ralph: What ant wouldn’t?
Eunice: Well, Mildred would probably rather do something more performance oriented. Like Scene Study with Eileen. Or Shakespeare with Emma. Or Original Performance with Amy.
Ralph: Mildred!? Who’s Mildred?
Eunice: Now, Maurice would probably like Directing with Stefan or Playwriting with Barrie-
Ralph: Wha- WHO?!
Eunice: And Ethel, she would like Self Portraits with Rebecca and Amy or maybe Scenic Painting with Meg. She gets a lot of satisfaction from drawing and painting.
Ralph: Ok, what are you talking about?
Eunice: And they all would enjoy Improv with either Kate or Greg. Tom’s sketchwriting workshop would be good too- I hear there’s a lot of ants that write for SNL. And of course, Shakespeare Improv is a skill all ants should have. Do you know there’s a theory that the comedies were really written by an ant, not Shakespeare?
Ralph: Eunice, sometimes I just don’t understand you.
Eunice: It’s ok.
Ralph: Ants, huh?
Eunice: Hey, never underestimate something that can carry 100 times its own weight.
Ralph: True. True.
They sit quietly and watch as Russell carries the rest of the sandwich into the grass where Mildred, Maurice, and Ethel wait. A rousing cheer goes up from the ants as they carry the sandwich crust down into their tunnel.



