New Skit

 

NARRATOR:        We were six walking today.  We were walking in a single line since the path was narrow.  Bill, as usual, was last because he was always taking pictures.  Alice, as usual, was first. She was born here and had walked these woods mostly every day of her life.  The rest of us had more or less lost our individuality in the confusion of conversations, rattling of water bottles, walking sticks, and branches snapping underfoot.

Suddenly we stopped because we became dimly aware of singing.  Nick, the leader of the group saw them first.  It was a man walking a dog.  They were singing John Denver’s song, “Sunshine On My Shoulders.”

Well!  , Bill, and Al just happen to belong to choral groups and they joined in the singing:

  Sunshine on my shoulders  make me happy.
  Sunshine in my eyes can make me cry.
  Sunshine on the water looks so lovely.

Everyone knew this song, so we all sang until we came abreast of the man and his dog.  We were all laughing as we enjoyed the spontaneous comradery.  We had a good time as we chatted about the perfect weather, gorgeous nature, and walking in the woods.  The man told us to walk around the Cow Cart Bridge to Wampanoag cliffs to see a breathtaking view of Boston and Rhode Island.

Alice was surprised.  She had lived here all her life and had never heard of Wampanoag Cliffs.  She knew Knuck Up Hill had a view of Boston but where was this place where we could see both Boston and Rhode Island?

We had to see this; so off we went.

NICK:      “You’ll be sorry.”

STEVE:  “What did he say?”

BILL:       “It sounded like you’ll be sorry, but he must have meant, you won’t be sorry.”

PETE:     Sorry.

EVERYONE:         Chuckled.

AL:          “Where was this Wampaoagh Cliffs?”  How come we never heard of it? 

PETE:     Sorry.

BILL:       What?

ALICE:   Let’s go.  Did he say to go through Burnt Swamp?

ZANOBIA:            Well, he mentioned Cow Cart Bridge.

AL:          Isn’t that the wooden walkway?

PETE:     Sorry

STEVE:  Yes.  Alice how come we never walk that way?

ALICE:   It’s too wet.  But we haven’t had rain in awhile so it can’t be too muddy.

STEVE:  There it is.

BILL:       Look at all these Lady Slippers

NARRATOR:        Bill stops to take pictures

PETE:     Sorry

ZANOBIA:            Who keeps saying Sorry?

NICK:     I thought I heard that.  Is that what it is saying?

NICK:     Is it you?

STEVE:  No?

BILL:       The path is going up.

ALICE:   I’ve been this far.  There used to be a building for the ski tow cables—Oh it’s still here.  See up ahead.

PETE:     Sorry.

AL:          There it is, again.

NARRATOR:        Everyone was quiet and listening.

ZANOBIA:            What are we listening for?

NICK:     Someone keeps calling Sorry.

ZANOBIA:            Are you sure?

ALICE:   It’s creepy.

STEVE:  Oh Look at the view!

BILL:       Spectacular!

AL:          You can see Boston,  I wish it were earlier in the day, so. we could see it in bright  sunlight. 

NICK:     It’s only 6 o’clock.  Look at that storm cloud on the left.

NARRATOR:           Everyone was silent as they looked at the storm cloud approaching.   

PETE;     Sorry.

AL:          I heard it.  That’s what you’re talking about.

BILL:       YES!

ZANOBIA:            You know that storm cloud looks like a funnel.  It’s moving fast.  Is it a tornado?

ALICE:   Quick, let’s run to the shack.

NARRATOR:        Everyone ran, as big rain drops pelted down on them.  The door to the shack luckily wasn’t locked.                  They all rushed in.

STEVE:  Whew!  We made it.

AL:          Just in time.

ZANOBIA:            Boy are we lucky!

NICK:     Where did that storm come from?

NARRATOR:        Just then, the room lit up, followed a second later by thunder.

STEVE:  Yikes, that storm is directly over us.

AL:          Well, we’ll just have to wait it out.  Can we fit sitting down?

ALICE:                   Is there room?

ZANOBIA:            Wait a minute.   Bill is missing? 

NICK:     Oh no!

NARRATOR:        Thunder rocked the shack.  They opened the door a crack and looked out, but the wind was fierce and the rain blew in their faces.  But they called Bill.

STEVE:  What should we do?

ALICE:   Text him.

STEVE:  OK.

NICK:     Is there internet here?

STEVE:  I don’t know, but he’s not answering anyway.

AL:          Do you think he ran back down?

ZANOBIA:            Who knows?

NICK:     We’ll have to wait until the storm subsides a bit.

NARRATOR:        That little bit of time turned into an hour before they cracked the door open.

PETE:     Sorry.

ZANOBIA:            Not again.  Who keeps saying “Sorry.”

STEVE:  Look at that bird.  It’s a mockingbird. 

NICK:     Well that explains the “Sorry.”  The mockingbird is saying “Sorry.”

Alice:    Hey!  Let everyone call Bill

EVERYONE: Billy!!!

PETE:     BILLY!!!!

NICK:     I think I heard an echo.

AL:          How eerie.

STEVE:  Scary.

PETE:     Sorry.

NARRATOR:        Everyone laughed nervously.

NICK:     Loud sigh.

ALICE:   Well let’s start back down, hopefully Bill is waiting for us.

NARRATOR:        The storm turned the weather humid as the group trudge slowly in the darkening light through wet grass, mud, and slippery roots and rocks.

ZANOBIA:            How come the way home is always longer than going up?

NICK:     Maybe, because it’s taking us longer because the walking is treacherous.

STEVE:  It’s getting awfully dark.

ALICE:   I still hear thunder in the distance.

PETE:     Sorry.

AL:          How much longer do you think?

ZANOBIA:            20-30 minutes

EVERYONE:         groans.

AL:          I hope Bill is waiting for us, at the bottom.

ALICE:   Look.  Look!  A flashlight is coming up the hill.

NARRATOR:        Their hearts were beating  with joy as they rushed down.  The light came closer and closer.

NARRATOR:        But it wasn’t Bill.

PETE:     Hello!  Did you people get caught in the micro-burst?

ZANOBIA:            Is that what it was?

ALICE:   Yes, and we lost one of our group?  Did you see him?

PETE:     No, I didn’t see anyone.

AL:          Why are you going this way?  Shouldn’t we be going across the Burnt Swamp walkway?

PETE:     That’s flooded out.

AL:          Oh

STEVE: It is?

NARRATOR:        It wasn’t long before the group came to Trout Pond and the road leading to the parking lot.

ALICE:                   Look!  There’s Bill waiting for us.

EVERYONE:         Yay!  Alleluia!

EVERYONE:         What happened?

BILL:       I ran back before the storm and when i realized that no one was following me, I had no choice but to keep running back.  The downpour and wind whipped me along, all the way.

NARRATOR: What a relief!   But when the group went to introduce the man who helped them come down, he was gone!

PETE:     Sorry.