“Reenactment” or “The First Avalon Faire Thanksgiving”

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“Welcome, one and all,” says Will Scarlet, with a broad smile and a bow, “to Will & Allyn’s Interactive Theatre!”

“Every Saturday,” says Allyn-a-Dale, “Will and I and our friends from the story world of ‘The Outlaws of Avalon’ trilogy—”

“Coming one of these days to a book retailer near you!”

“—Will take at random two of the suggestions gleaned from you, our gentle audience, and incorporate them into… well, the sort of tomfoolery Will calls entertainment.”

“So make yourselves comfortable,” says Will, “as we now present to you a historical reenactment of the first Avalon Faire Thanksgiving!”

<<<>>>

[The curtain rises on a lone spotlight shining on Allyn-a-Dale, seated on a tall stool with a heavy, official-looking tome in his lap.]

Allyn: The year is nineteen-seventy-something-or-other…or roughly eight-hundred years earlier, depending on which side of the great divide you’re watching from – a divide by no means easy to cross. Many lives were lost on the pilgrimage from medieval Sherwood to the New World. Come to that, nobody made it over alive at all.

[A light goes up on Robin Hood, Marion, Little John, and Will Scarlet in front of a forest backdrop, all wearing tall, buckled pilgrim hats, and clutching at the arrows and/or swords jutting out of their bodies.]

Merry Men [in unison]: Unngh! [all fall down dead in a pool of fake blood]

[All light save Allyn’s goes black]

Allyn: Fortunately, their destination’s natives were possessed of powerful regenerative magic, and restored the pilgrims to life.

[The light returns, sparkling off of a glitter-covered cardboard castle cutout. The weaponry and blood has been removed from the Merry Men, who begin to stir and look around them in wonder.]

Little John: Oooh…

Marion: Aaah…

Will: So much wooonder…

Robin Hood: Where are we?

Merlin [stepping into the castle doorway]: Welcome to Avalon Faire.

[All light save Allyn’s goes black.]

Allyn: They’d come to a beautiful land of freedom and bounty.

Will [calling out from the dark]: Freedom?

Allyn: Well, less freedom than some would have liked. You see, the magic that kept the pilgrims alive also kept them bound to within a fairly strict perimeter. They could not leave the Faire.

Will[’s voice in the dark]: Boo!

Allyn: But there were other benefits. Television, for one.

[Light comes up on Will Scarlet lounging on a couch in front of the glitter castle, flipping imaginary channels with a prop remote control.]

Will: Say, wilt thou look upon all the neat stuff that people in the future doth get up to! What’s this? Advertisements and holiday specials all about…Thanksgiving? Hmm…

[All light save Allyn’s goes black.]

Allyn: Always eager for excuses to make merry, Will Scarlet coaxed the pilgrims to make like Americans and adopt Thanksgiving traditions of their own.

[Three spotlights appear in a row on the stage. The Merry Men chase each other through the first, tossing a football back and forth and tackling each other to the ground. …or trying and failing to, in the case of Will smashing ineffectually against the wall of Little John.]

Will: Oof!

[Spotlight #1 goes out and the Men enter #2, where lovely artificial snow tumbles down in flurries.]

Will: Game called on account of a SNOWBALL FIGHT! Get ready for payback, Little John!

Little John: [throws a snowball big as a man’s head in Will’s face]

Will: Oof!

[Spotlight #2 goes out and the Men enter #3, where a feast awaits on a beautifully laid-out table. Seated around the table, the Men clink glasses and pass dishes around and laugh at jokes that nobody made.]

Robin: Pumpkin pie, anyone?

Will: Hahahaha!

Little John: No, seriously.

Will: No, seriously, I ate all the pie.

Marion: Oof.

[All light save Allyn’s goes black.]

Allyn: And that’s how Thanksgiving first came to Avalon Faire, a day of gratitude for life reborn, for family by bond of friendship, and for a home where Robin Hood never again had to make the difficult choice between letting either Will Scarlet or England starve.

Will[’s voice in the dark]: Hilarious, Allyn.

Allyn [closing his book with a laughing-eyed smile]: The End.

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“Aaaand SCENE!” says Will.

“Thank you to audience members Steven Bourelle and Miranda McNeff,” says Allyn, “for providing us with the inspiration ‘snowball fight’ and ‘pumpkin pie’.”

“If you enjoyed yourselves,” Will says, “(or if you didn’t, but you totally did, right?), don’t forget to leave suggestions for future productions in the comments! Words or phrases we’ve got to include, a prop to use, a prompt to run with… anything goes! Until next week, friends! Will and Allyn out!”

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6 thoughts on ““Reenactment” or “The First Avalon Faire Thanksgiving”

    • Will laughs like somebody suggested there’s any more pie. “Steven, my friend, someday we are going to go forth together into the snowy woods, and you are going to take pictures of me frolicking in the snow, and even though I probably won’t show up on your camera, you will know in your heart that a) I look amazing, and b) you are getting pelted with immaterial snowballs. I love you, man.”

    • “Leaders always have to make the tough decisions,” says Will, nodding solemnly. “I don’t envy Robin that part. …Just the part where he’s, like, twenty times more famous than me.”

      • “We-e-ell.” Will smiles with a gorgeous glow of pleasure. “Let’s be fair. He might actually be just about half as charming. Three-fifths, even! An eight on a one-to-ten scale where I just happen to score a fourteen. …HOLY MOTHER, I just did the math, and that actually would round up to three-fifths! I’m secretly a math genius! I’m amazing! Let’s celebrate! Who’s got more pie?”

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