Duration: 2 minutesGender: NeutralAge: AdultGenre: Dark Comedy

Context: A stuffed Goat tries to understand: it once was dead, it's sure of it.

Goat: I don’t understand any of this. I once was dead, I’m sure of it. Now I’m living. Again! If you can call it living. I can’t see a thing. No. Can’t hear neither. Smell? No. How about taste? Can I taste? No. Feel though. That I can do. Feel. And what is it that I feel? If I had to put a word to it? “Bastarding and bastarding torture” that’s what. (Brightly) Oh yes, ever-blooming. Like a thousand million slivers of glass running in and out of me. But I can’t do it justice. (Naive and bewildered) It hurts … and it won’t stop, and it’s getting worse. In fact, I think it’s precisely this ever-increasing pain that has revived me again to life. Bah. I’m full of theories. It’s facts I’m short of. What the source of this pain is, for instance. That, I don’t know. Where I am, that too I don’t know. What I am, I don’t know. Do I know anything? No. Only that there is pain, and therefore, Life. (Pause) And I don’t find that very interesting. But. There is something I find very interesting. (Confiding) I cannot see or hear the world beyond my eyes and ears, no, but I’ve constructed, with great effort, an inner world, and it’s lovely! And I can see it, and I can hear it. I can’t taste it, and that’s a blow, but I can see it, and I can hear it. And I turn to this inner world again and again for soothing and solace. And here it is — (Flourish of music. Small pool of light on a man, who looks dead, on the ground. He is wearing a W W I soldier’s uniform, his rifle close by his side. We hear, faintly, the sounds of a forest.)

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