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EXT. FOREST - LATE AFTERNOON
A CATERPILLAR crawls from a larger leaf to a blade of grass
and then to another blade of grass, like a staircase -
descending. A bouncy motion occurs as it weighs on then lets
go of each leaf. Other smaller bugs are also moving within
the background, blurred.
FINGERS enter the scene and act as blades of grass in motion
as the CATERPILLAR continues its descent on the fingers. At
the same time, the hand moves upwards and lifts the
caterpillar to be level with a pair of eyes, past a mouth and
a nose. The caterpillar moves while the eyes blink.
MOM (CONT'D)
ROSY! ROOSY!
ROSY stands up. Time has passed, and the sun is now setting.
ROSY stares off into space, a lost feeling on her face.
ROSY's face scrunches up tighter and tighter at each
iteration. This goes on for a long period of time, before
switching to the next scene.
MOM
*sighs* Why don't you go inside and
sleep for now, I can do it myself.
MOM lets go of ROSY's shoelaces, and Rosy takes a wandering
path into the house.
ROSY begins walking inside while her mother begins unpacking
the car.
Light flashes lightly and ethereal from the crest of the hill
reaching downward, and the scene changes.
Upon inspection the deer's ribs are visible and the inside of
them is slightly hollow. Rosy, seemingly in a daze, runs her
fingers over the ribcage as well. Her finger runs over an
impossible number of ribs before reaching an end.
ROSY
Oh my god, mom, are you okay? What
was that noise, did you fall?
MOM
Honey, I...
ROSY
We need to call someone, you should
get in bed.
Rosy helps her mom into the bottom bunk of the bed, and pulls
the cover over her. Rosy calls someone, and talks on the
phone. Her mom reaches for Rosy and Rosy holds her hand. The
sound is all muffled and indistinct. Rosy ends the phone
call, and holds her mother's hand, kneeling by her bedside.
The camera is zooming out slowly so that we see the full
scene, with the window shining morning light through the
glass and dust particles lighting up and swimming in and out
of the light. The scene appears like a painting, with their
silhouettes very clear. We end here, with MOM heaving for
breath and back in pain, and ROSY holding her MOM's hand,
looking concerned but alleviated of her harsh feelings.