Even Cowgirls Get The Blues Page #26

He begins to caress Sissy's belly. His eyes are smiling.

Sissy is surprised.

CHINK:

Suppose that you bear five or six

children with your characteristics.

All in Siwash Cave. In a

postcatastrophe world, your offspring

would of necessity intermarry, forming

in time a tribe. A tribe every member

of which had giant thumbs. A tribe

of Big Thumbs would relate to the

environment in very special ways. It

could not use weapons or produce

sophisticated tools. It would have

to rely on its wits and its senses.

It would have to live with animals --

and plants! -- as virtual equals.

It's extremely pleasant to me to

think about a tribe of physical

eccentrics living peacefully with

animals and plants, learning their

languages, perhaps, and paying them

the respect they deserve.

SISSY:

How am I going to be the progenitor

of a tribe when I'm living on an

isolated ridgetop with Delores?

CHINK:

That's your problem.

The Chink coughs.

CHINK:

Listen to the way I'm babbling. That

bullet must have loosened one of my

transistors. Don't pay any attention

to me. You've got to work it out for

yourself. The westbound choo-choo

leaves Mottburg at one-forty. I want

to be on it. Will you drive me to

the station?

INT. TRUCK DAY

Sissy and Delores are driving the Chink out the front gate

of the Rubber Rose.

CHINK:

Schedules! Ironic how I have to follow

timetables in order to get back to

the clockworks.

He yells out the window of the moving vehicle.

CHINK:

Don't ever bet against paradox,

ladies...

EXT. THE RUBBER ROSE GATES

We hear the Chink yelling, and the Rubber Rose sign is being

changed to one that reads El Rancho Jellybean.

CHINK:

....if complexity doesn't beat you,

then paradox will. Ha ha ho ho and

hee hee.....

And the truck disappears into the prairie land.

A LONG DARK PAUSE, UNTIL finally we are inside the cave where

the Chink's Clockworks are at work..... poing!

It is revealed that Sissy is with Delores snug in the old

hermit's living quarters. She listens to the clinking of the

Chink's Clockworks.

And feels her belly.

The swell of her belly has forced her to sleep on her back.

CLOSE VIEW of Sissy's belly, and a little foot kicks from

inside. Or is it a foot?

VIEW INSIDE THE BELLY of Sissy's unborn baby. It is half-

Japanese, one thirty-second Siwash and all thumbs.

The moving thumbs are hitchhiking you.....

THE END:

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