Early Talent

While cleaning out my grandparents' house Thursday, I came across a relic from the summer vacations I used to spend with them as a kid. A play that I wrote for puppets and stuffed animals I still remember, but no longer own. I thought I would post it here--it's very short--so you could see what a masterful dialogue writer I was, even at an early age. *snort*

Title: Homeless

Puppets:
Snuffles
Grumples Grouch
Polly
Bandit
Wuzzle

Snuffles is sleeping. Grumples bangs on door. Snuffles wakes. Goes through procedure of answering door. Grumples says you better start packing.
Snuffles: Why? I'm not going on vacation.
Grumples: Because you're not living here anymore.
Snuffles: What?! Why? I've paid all my rent! Haven't I?
Grumples: Yes, yes of course you have.
Sunffles: Then why?
Grumples: Because I'm tired of having you here. All these animals. Humph! Gives me a bad reputation! Goodbye! (leaves)

Intermission.

Tragically, this work of art went unfinished. And, luckily, I kept practicing. :D