The scene opens in an unkempt garden located between an old one-car, detached garage and a century-old stone wall. Just beneath the surface, creating a serpentine furrow, is a mole. Above ground is a juvenile rabbit. Frightened by the appearing mound, the latter reacts.
Bunny Rabbit (BR): Was ist los!?! (What's happening!)
Merci Mole (MM): (In a muffled voice) Skooz em wah, see voo plat.
BR: Wer ist da? (Who is there?)
MM: Kint git yer French, pard. Dint mean ta ascare ya.
BR: Zeige dich! (Show yourself! ...which sounds like 'syga ditsh)
MM: It prob'ly is a good-size ditch ferm up thar. Lemme pop my noggin up an' git sniff a ya.
(the mole's huge hands part a hole in the dirt and his eyeless face appears. The rabbit is
alarmed)
BR: Gott im Himmel! (God in Heaven!)
MM: No, sir. That ain't me. Kint reckon why ev'rybody thinks I'm dat feller. My nim's Meersee.
BR: Ich verstehe nicht. (I don't understand. .... which sounds like ick verstayt nickt.)
MM: Well howdy, Nick. Hey, pard. Where we at oproximate?
BR: Ich bin veraungstigt! (I'm scared!)
MM : By gum! This Ikbin Fair-n-stick must be a heckova spread. Seems like whenever I
stick my head up, there I am. Cordin' to them folks I meet up wit anyways.
BR: Bitte geh. (Please leave. ... which sounds like bita gay)
MM: Ah, no. I ain't bitter, Nick. It's jes' a bit of a poser fer me.
The rabbit runs away.
MM: Well, that weren't as pleasant as it ought ta bin. Them French folk er a bit dim and, oooh, hard to look at. Betcha he could hear a pin drop in Disneyland wit them ears. Bes' git back ta bein' lost.
The mole returns to the digging beneath the surface.
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