Windy and Blew, two unhatched eagle babies share each other’s dreams. After they hatch, one takes on the other’s dream and begins to live that life, only to realize that wherever they fly in life, whatever they find themselves doing, they must grow where they are planted and live the dreams they dream.
This book is a children's fable with an approximate 1580 word-count and a target audience of young readers between ages 5 and 8.
(a short screenplay)
EXT. BEACH - SUNSET
The horizon reveals a magnificent setting sun, the sky with a
SINGLE, HUGE, HEART-SHAPED CLOUD lingering mid-air.
ARRAE, 18, pregnant and destitute, sits with her back to a
Planned Parenthood poster attached to a short beach wall.
Surrounded by sand dunes, her shaking hand full of different
sized and shaped pills, tears running down her face.
With a vengeance, she double-slaps her stomach, yelling at
the baby to stop kicking.
Stop it! I hate when you do that!
You’re not helping anything by
The baby kicks again.
Damn it! You know I want to keep
you but I can’t. So stop! You
know I can’t afford you!
She looks up at the SINGLE, HUGE, HEART-SHAPED CLOUD. Tears
and snot pooling about her chin.
I can’t believe this is happening
Her cell phone RINGS, BEEPS, and shows a low battery. It’s
the baby’s father, KHAN, 25, druggy, loser.
You know, Arrae, you are totally
worthless. I wish I had never hit
it. How could you even think about
having that baby? You’re broke,
you have nothing. You have, no, WE
have nothing to offer it? Why are
you being so stupid?
But - but . . .
Don’t be stupid, Arrae.
Get the abortion. It’s the right
thing to do and you know it. I’m
convinced that its the right thing
to do. I have never met anyone as
dumb and clueless as you. You know
I don’t want you - not even your
parents wanted you. They abandoned
you when you were little ‘cause
they knew you were a loser even
But Khan, maybe there’s a chance I
can keep it if I . . .
No - loser move. That baby’s gonna
hate you if you have it. And
what’s worse is you have the nerve
to want to go to college! You’ll
never amount to anything Arrae.
You’re being ridiculous and you
need to give it up. All of it!
I’m out of here!
I hate you Khan!
LOSER! I never want to see you
Arrae’s pill-filled hand shakes even more violently. She
throws the phone into the sand. She opens her quivering hand
full of pills and slowly raises it to her mouth. Her face
full of pain and anguish.
She HEARS the cell phone RINGING but stubbornly ignores it.
A minute passes as she falls to her knees, desperate for
We SEE that the sun is setting lower. The SINGLE, HUGE,
HEART-SHAPED CLOUD lingers alone.
The phone RINGS again. It’s an unfamiliar number. She
answers in outrage and anger. It’s her estranged AUNT HONEY,
50’s, demure, meek.
Baby, please don’t hang up. I know
you must hate me but please let me
Aunt Honey - it that you? Is it
Yes, it’s me Arrae, baby, and I
can’t tell you how sorry I am for
not getting in touch sooner. I
know it’s been years and there’s no
good reason for my abandoning you.
There’s just no excuse and I am so
sorry. I was being so selfish,
partying and trying to get paid.
Actually, I was embarrassed about
my lifestyle but I miss you and I
love you so much.
Arrae lightens her tone. Her face softens into a confused
The baby kicks again, startling Arrae. Looking down at her
belly bulge, she reluctantly but mildly massages her stomach
with her balled up fist full of pills. The baby kicks her
fist, causing half the pills to fall to the sand.
The cell phone battery BEEPS. It’s getting lower and lower.
Aunt Honey you know how much I
loved you! How could you just
leave me like that? I mean, even
after mom and day left me out here
all by myself!
I loved you so much.
Baby, I was wrong and I hate myself
for that but I have never stopped
loving you. Not for one single
minute. I think about you all the
Arrae’s demeanor begins to show peace and calm. She’s
AUNT HONEY (CONT’D)
The truth is - I was being selfish
and greedy. I was all about the
money. I was running games all
around the world - making huge sums
and stacking my chips, Sweetie.
Never once did I ever forget about
Oh, Aunt Honey. I never forgot
about you either!
The cell phone BEEPS again, about to shut down.
(meek, fast diminishing)
Listen, baby. I’m dying. I’m in
the hospital with about another
minute or so to live. I made them
bring me my phone so I could let
you know that I love you and I
Arrae’s face begins to displays softness and understanding.
I love you too, Auntie, but my
phone is about to die and . . .
Well, listen closely. I need you
to check your bank account at Life
Aunt Honey, why? It’s empty!
There’s nothing there! Why should
I do that?
(raising her voice a tad)
I need you to check it! Please!
Auntie I don’t have time for this.
My battery is almost gone!
Baby, all I need you to know is
that I have always loved you.
(clears her throat)
Auntie’s gotta go now. Check it
and remember I will always love
Arrae HEARS the phone drop to the floor and bounce. CLICK.
Auntie! Auntie! Auntie don’t go!
Saddened but curious, Arrae quickly summons the wherewithal
to locate the bank account app on the cell phone.
Damn phone! I hope there’s enough
juice left to check the account.
Arrae rushes to check the app on her phone before the battery
plays completely out.
Upon doing so, her eyes widen, her mouth drops, shock
apparent on her face.
CLOSE SHOT on the bank account app that reads $100,000.000
(One hundred million dollars.)
The cell phone battery totally dies.
An excited, energized baby kicks her pill-filled fist and the
rest of the pills fly out and hit the sand.
Arrae is stunned, in disbelief, oddly mystified.
The baby calms and gently kicks again. A now pleasantly
surprised, maternal Arrae softly caresses her stomach with
love and kindness.
We SEE the last of the setting sun as the SINGLE, HUGE, HEARTSHAPED
CLOUD is now joined by a MUCH SMALLER HEART-SHAPED
CLOUD, like mother and child.
Arrae is delightfully bewildered and stunned as she raises
her face to witness the two clouds side by side. Her face is
illuminated by rays from the splendor and grandeur of the
glorious setting sun.
The Planned Parenthood poster flies off the short beach wall
and tumbles toward the shore.
BE SUPER ENCOURAGED!