Small Plays About My Day

… tiny true dramas in a Charing Cross Road bookshop

Great Beaver

Posted on | November 21, 2010 | 3 Comments

Man in In Fringed Leather Jacket: Do you have any books on Native Americans?
Neil: I don’t think we have anything at the moment, sorry.
Man in In Fringed Leather Jacket: That’s a shame. It’s my specialist subject.
Neil: Oh yes?
Man in In Fringed Leather Jacket: I’ve got hundreds of books on them.
Neil: Have you been over there much?
Man in In Fringed Leather Jacket: Never been. But I know a few Native Americans.
Emily: Do you?
Man in In Fringed Leather Jacket: Well, there was one chap worked as a plumber with my brother. Called himself Great Beaver.
Emily: Right.
Man in In Fringed Leather Jacket: He was Italian though. Just wanted to nick parts for himself.
Neil: Oh.
Man in In Fringed Leather Jacket: Some people just want to be something, don’t they?

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3 Responses to “Great Beaver”

  1. Koworld
    November 21st, 2010 @ 1:02 pm

    Ooh that one’s a bit deep 🙂

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  3. Andrea
    June 3rd, 2011 @ 9:20 am

    Oh, that’s almost tragic.

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