Moon! Moon! - Scene 3
EXT. HUCKLEBERRY VILLAGE - MIDDDAY
A wide shot of Huckleberry village from the top of the hill. Cauliflour is out the back of his house, preparing to drag his dinghy down the sheer cliff to the water. He doesn’t like going the long way through town.
He thumps the little dinghy down the dark, slippery cliff. Tide pools form at the bottom around fuzzy, seaweedy boulders. He hops down onto one of these, the boat leaning dangerously on an outcrop above him. He grunts as he flips it into the water, holding onto it by the little rope he was hauling it with. He stands now on the rock at the end of the cliff, tiny against the endless, raging sea. He rows out until he can barely see home anymore. He tosses anchor and begins to think, with a notepad on his knee.
Cauliflour’s Journal:
“Dad,
Some days without you are easier than others. I like my hobbies. They keep me busy. My new life in Huckleberry is great.”
The page is torn and we see memories of Cauliflour throwing pottery on the wheel, whittling and woodburning, and admiring a large new fish in a glass jar that he’s about to add to his pond.
Cauliflour’s Journal:
“But there’s a hole in my heart I can’t seem to fill. You always had something to say even when you said nothing. You were just like me.”
Cauliflour and Beans overlook a large, Wild flower field with deer grazing in the distance. Beans’ head rests on Cauliflour’s shoulder.
Cauliflour’s Journal:
“I’ll never understand what happened. You said the moon would always look out for us. Why would she take you away from me? And why—”
The note is interrupted by an unpleasant memory, one that Cauliflour has not been haunted by in quite some time. He stands in front of a burning house, holding a jacket. A full moon rises above the crumbling building.
Quickly Cauliflour crumples up the entry and tosses it into the ocean. The boat is surrounded by lots of little floating pieces of paper.
He writes one last entry in his notebook that he does not throw away. It wraps the bottom of the page.
Cauliflour’s Journal:
“The memories I thought I had locked away in the back of my freezer are starting to thaw.”