The Adventures of Yumi. Theatre play for children

Pirate. Ah! It’s you, petty burglar. Got you in the end.

Toy. Fffhhh!!!

Pirate. This is the end for you.

Yumi comes back and stands behind Pirate’s back. A titmouse flies to the wasteland.

Yumi. Don’t move, you coward!

Pirate. Eh?!!

Yumi. You are a coward if you hurt the weak.

Pirate. What have you just said?

Yumi. You are a coward if you hurt the weak.

Pirate. You are barking up the wrong tree, you pup.

Yumi. Don’t you touch the kitten!

Pirate. Grrr!!! You just say it…

Pirate takes a couple of steps towards Yumi. The puppy stands still. Greta enters into the picture, starts forward and steps between Pirate and Yumi.

Greta. Grrr!!! Don’t you dare touch him, Pirate!

Pirate. Grrr!!!

Greta. Grrr!!!

Pirate. And you are the same old brass neck, Greta.

Pirate moves back, comes to Toy and takes the sausage from him.

Pirate. I’d finish you off but I’ve got no time for this.

Pirate goes back to the bushes. Yumi approaches Toy and helps him get free. Toy runs off. Yumi steps up to Greta, and she hugs her son.

Greta. Yumi, my boy. You scared me so much.

Yumi. Mommy, I’m sorry.

Greta. You left our housing and ran into danger.

Yumi. But Pirate could have killed the kitten!

Greta. These wrangles have nothing to do with you. Let’s go home. (She heads for the dugout).

Yumi. One should not leave the weak to their fate!

Greta. Oh, Yumi. You are just like your father when he was young.

Yumi. My father? When he was young?

Greta. Time spares no one… Yumi, keep up.

Yumi. My father, what was he like?

Greta. Don’t ask me about it.

Yumi. Mom, please do tell!

Titmouse. Your father was the strongest and the bravest dog in the whole neighborhood.

Yumi. Oh really?

Titmouse. He was a police dog and fought with the cat burglar gang.

Yumi. Fought with the cat burglar gang?

Titmouse. Yes. And then somebody shot your father with a gun.

Yumi. With a gun?

Titmouse. Exactly, I saw it with my own eyes when they were taking him to the hospital.

Yumi. Aunt Titmouse, and where is my father now?

Titmouse. Half a year ago he was pensioned off on health grounds…

Greta. Off you go! Don’t mess with the boy’s head. (She shoos the titmouse away).

Titmouse. You are one to talk. You are one to talk… (She flies away). Thunder! Your father’s name was Thunder!

Yumi. Thunder. Mom! My father’s name was Thunder.

Greta. Don’t listen to this old twister, son. Your father disappeared.

Yumi. Disappeared?

Greta. Vanished into thin air.

Yumi. Vanished?

Greta. Had abandoned his family a month before you were born.

Yumi. Abandoned? My father? No, he couldn’t do that.