[Update: this script has been revised and archived here in Adobe Reader format (with this collection of my scripts).]

Years ago my brother improvised a silly, short thing of an old lady melodrmamatically rattling off to a mute listener about the departed Dear Mr. Johnson or some such, insisting that the listener “cherish” such-and-such (the sunrise, the day, the sunset) instead. That inspired this.

EXT. — THE SKY — MORNING

We soar down through SKY, CONTINENTS, then FARMLAND, to a FARM. A FARMER sits in a lawn chair outside his farmhouse. He cooks bacon over a campstove. JIMMY comes and sits in a lawn chair opposite. Jimmy is like a good friendly dog — meek, silent, observing. The farmer speaks in a southern drawl.

FARMER
Mornin’ Jimmy, how ya doin’?

Jimmy emotes pleasantness.

FARMER
Beautiful morning, isn’t it?

(Beat)
It’s a hard cold winter comin’ on, Jimmy — I can feel it in ma bones. So I up and slaughtered the pig, so we could have some bacon for the long, hard winter ahead. It was hard to do, but I had to do it. I sure am gonna miss that pig.

The farmer offers Jimmy some of the cooked bacon, and Jimmy takes it. The two eat. Thinking of his former pig, the farmer laughs with a memory.

FARMER
I remember, he used to poop in his trough when he was a piglet!

The farmer laughs hard, and his laughing turns to crying.

FARMER
Oh I sure DO miss that pig, Jimmy! …But that’s over now and, well we’re here, and… cherish the bacon with me, Jimmy. Cherish it.

The two continue to eat the bacon, and we soar up, up, and away from the farm…

THE END