It was early dawn, the sky was red and the wind was still humid from last night’s storm. Housemaid Bernadette gleefully hummed as she headed towards her master’s quarters. She had cooked her signature dish, Lobster Bisque de Homard, Monsieur le Guarde’s favourite. Bernadette gently pushed open the quarter doors, “Bonjour monsieur. Comment ça—SACRE BLEU!”. She froze, stiff as a board. In front of her, was her master, Antoine le Guarde, dead. There was a bullet hole—the size of a grape—in his temple. She screamed at the top of her lungs. The butler, Fabien rushed into the room, behind him came Madame le Guarde, followed by her children, Francois and Bella. “Que diable… What has happened?” Fabien said in shock. “For god’s sake, call the police!” Bernadette yelled.
The rain was pouring.
It simulated driving through a curtain of water. The thwack-thwack of the windscreen wipers
was hypnotic. He was reminded of the opening scenes of a Hitchcock ﬁlm.
Through the rain he spotted a person with their thumb out. Why on earth would anyone be hitchhiking tonight? He signalled and pulled over. The hitchhiker climbed in and shut the door quickly.
‘Awful night.’ said the driver.
‘Yes. Yes it is.’
Drops of water trickled down the hitchhiker’s face .The stranger glanced over his shoulder into the darkness behind them.
‘What’s your name?’ asked the driver.
‘Friends call me Si.’
They drove on. The BBC radio blared out.
‘Where are you heading?’ asked the driver.
‘North.’ The hitchhiker replied.
The Bean Thief
It was dawn and the wind was raging through the beanfield. Joe was in a deep sleep after 14 hours of constant working. A strong and fresh scent rose from the beans that Joe had planted months before. Joe’s pig roamed freely through the beanfield, stopping once every minute or two and taking a massive bite out of a long and narrow patch of fresh fungi.
“Joe, Joe, get up!” yelled Nancy.
“Granos Sagrados! Wh-what is it, mi amor?” Poor Joe said as he woke up in shock.
“The beans, hurry!” Nancy replied.
He rushed out the front door and rushed to the beanfield, not even bothering to put his boots on. He could not believe what he had seen, half of the beans in the beanfield had disappeared. “Caramba.” he gasped. Nancy insisted that they should call the police but Joe said that they shouldn’t get the police involved, just in case Kyril Montana would hear about it. Joe told Nancy that they will have to crack the case by themselves.
It was around 23:00 and Joe and Nancy were both hiding in the bushes by the beanfield. They could hear noises that sounded like they were coming from a group of rats. Once the sound was as close as it could, Joe jumped up and threw a huge net towards the beanfield. To his surprise, what he saw wasn’t a human, nor was it a pig. In fact, he had caught a band of 13 rabbits. He let out a huge sigh and said, “Wow, I’m glad we didn’t call the cops. I would’ve Milagro’s laughing stock.”. Joe and Nancy both broke into a fit of laughter. This became a famous campfire story all across New Mexico, and soon, the world.
Inspired by The Milagro Beanfield War
Induction Scenes I and II
In the induction, we meet a drunk beggar named Christopher Sly, who is arguing with the Hostess of an Alehouse over glassware he has broken in his drunken state. Sly leaves but soon passes out, where he is discovered by a lord returning from the hunt. This lord decides to have a bout of fun and orders his servants to take Sly back to his house and treat him as if he were the lord: put him to bed, place rings on his fingers and prepare a banquet for him. The confusion that follows not only provides excellent comedy, but also introduces important topics in the play: the roles of class, gender, and marital status (normally set in stone) in the play become matters of appearance and perception.
William Shakespeare, the middle child of John and Mary Shakespeare, was a poet in the late 1500s. His two siblings died in infancy and he was baptized on April 26, 1564. His birthdate is unknown, guessed to be on April 23, 1564. He was an English poet, playwright, and actor, wrote 37 plays, 154 sonnets, and invented 1700 of our common words, and married Anne Hathaway when he was 18 in 1592. Anne gave birth to Susanna in 1583, and the twins, Hamnet and Judith on January 1585. He died on April 23, 1616, at the age of 52. His cause of death is unknown but a statement by John Ward, vicar of Holy Trinity Church of Stanford (where Shakespeare is buried), tells us that Shakespeare died of a fever after drinking too much. Suzana Kirk, Shakespeare’s 14th great-niece, was baptized in the church where he was buried.