(In a small village, and young teen named

Wybie walked out his home. He wore a white long-sleeved shirt underneath a dark grey (not black) vest, with black pants, and brown boots. He's carrying a brown bag, containing a book, as he walked deeper into the village marketplace)

Wybie: Little town, it's a quiet village Every day, like the one before Little town, full of little people Waking up to say...

Townsfolk 1: Bonjour!

Townsfolk 2: Bonjour!

Townsfolk 3: Bonjour!

Townsfolk 4: Bonjour!

Townsfolk 5: Bonjour!

Wybie: There goes the baker with his tray like always The same old bread and rolls to sell Ev'ry morning just the same Since the morning that we came To this poor provincial town...

Baker: Good morning, Wyborne!

(Wybie over to the bakery)

Wybie: Morning Monsieur!

Baker: Morning Wyborne. Where are you off to?

Wybie: The bookshop. I just finished this amazing story, about...

Baker: (Ignoring him) That's nice...Alice, the baguettes! Hurry up!!

School Children: Look there he goes, that boy is strange no question!

Teacher: Dazed and distracted, can't you tell?

Women: Never part of any crowd.

Cause his head's up on some cloud

Townsfolk: No denying he's a funny boy, that guy!

(Wybie jumps on the back of a wagon and rides through town)

Driver: Bonjour!

Woman 2: Good day!

Driver: How is your family?

Woman 3: Bonjour!

Merchant: Good day!

Woman 3: How is your wife?

Woman 4: I need six eggs!

Man 1: That's too expensive!

Wybie: There must be more than this provincial life! (He enters the bookshop)

Bookseller: Ah, Wybie!

Wybie: Morning. I've come to return the book I borrowed.

Bookseller: (Putting the book back on the shelf) Finished already?

Wybie: Well, I couldn't put it down. Have you got anything new?

Bookseller: (laughing) Not since yesterday.

Wybie: Alright then. I'll borrow... this one. (He pulls out a red book)

Bookseller: That one? But you've read it twice!

Wybie: Well it's my favorite. Far off places, sword fights, magic spells, a royal in disguise...

Bookseller: (handing him the book) Well, if you like it all that much, it's yours!

Wybie: Seriously?

Bookseller: I insist!

Wybie: Thanks! (He leaves the bookshop)

Townsfolk: Look there he goes

That boy is so peculiar!

I wonder if he's feeling up to brim!

With a dreamy far-off look!

And his nose stuck in a book!

What a puzzle to the rest of us is him!

(Wybie sits on the edge of a fountain, and starts reading)

Wybie: Oh! Isn't this amazing! It's my favorite part because, you'll see! Here's where she meets Prince Charming But she won't discover that it's him 'til chapter three!

Woman 5: Now it's a mystery why his name means 'why born'. He has got no parallel!

Merchant: But behind that kind facade I'm afraid he's rather odd Very different from the rest of us...

Townsfolk: He's nothing like the rest of us Yes different from the rest of us is Wyborne.

(Geese are flying overhead, one is shot and plummets to the ground. John, a short teen boy with brown messy hair, wearing a grey shirt accompanied by a blue vest, a brown waistcoat and pants, and black boots runs over, holds out the bag, and misses catching the prize. He returns to Ivey, a beautiful teenaged girl with dirty blonde hair, a red short-sleeved buttoned up shirt, a black knee length skirt, and brown boots)

John: Wow! You didn't miss a shot, Ivey! You're the greatest hunter in the whole world!

Ivey: I know!

John: Huh. No beast alive stands a chance against you...and no boy for that matter!

Ivey: Exactly, Joey, and I've got my sights set on that one! (Pointing to Wybie)

John: The landlord's grandson?

Ivey: He's the one! The lucky guy I'm going to marry.

John: But he's--

Ivey: The most good looking guy in town.

John: I know--

Ivey: And that makes him the best. And don't I deserve the best?

John: Well of course, I mean you do, but I mean...

Ivey: Right from the moment when I met him, saw him, I said he's gorgeous and I fell

Here in town there's only he (Wybie walks by and away) Who is good looking as me So I'm making plans to woo and marry Wyborne

Himbos: Look there she goes, isn't she lovely Madam Ivey, oh he's so beaut Be still my heart, I'm hardly breathing She's such a tall, dark, fine and gorgeous gal

(Wybie walks easily through the crowd of people in the town, Ivey struggles to catch up to him)

Man 1: Bonjour!

Ivey: Pardon!

Man 2: Good day!

Man 3: Mais oui!

Woman 1: You call this bacon?

Woman 2: What lovely grapes!

Man 4: Some cheese!

Woman 3: Ten yards!

Man 4: One pound

Ivey: 'Scuse me!

Man 4: I'll get the knife!

Ivey: Please let me through!

Woman 4: This bread!

Man 5: Those fish!

Woman 4: It's stale!

Man 5: They smell!

Man 6: Madame's mistaken!

Wybie: There must be more than this provincial life!

All: Well maybe so...

Ivey: Just watch I'm going to be his wife!

(The townsfolk gather around Ivey, and eventually surround her)

All: Look there he goes a boy who's strange but special A most peculiar mad'monsieur It's a pity and a sin He doesn't quite fit in!

But she really is a funny guy

A good looking but funny guy

He really is a funny guy! That Wyborne!

(Wybie turned around but he shrugged when he just saw that the townsfolk were just walking around as usual so he shrugs, turned back around and kept on reading)

Ivey: Hello, Wyborne.

Wybie: Bonjour Ivey. (Ivey grabs the book from him) Can I have my book?

Ivey: How can you even read this? There's no pictures!

Wybie: Well, some people use their minds.

Ivey: Wybs, it's about time you got your head out of those books (Tosses the book into the mud) and paid attention to more important things...like me!

(The Himbos, who are looking on, sigh)

(Wybie has picked up the book and is cleaning off the mud)

Wybie: Thanks, but no thanks.

Ivey: (She's not giving up that easily) Hey, whaddya say you and me take a walk over to the tavern and have a look at my hunting trophies.

Wybie: Maybe some other time.

Himbo 1: What's wrong with him?

Himbo 2: He's crazy!

Himbo 3: She's gorgeous!

Wybie: Ivey. I can't. I have to get home and help my gramma with the rent.

Ivey: That tyrant?! (She and John laugh heartily)

Wybie: Don't you talk about my gramma that way!

John: Yeah, don't talk about his gramma that way! (He gets conked on the head by Ivey)

Wybie: My gramma is not crazy! She's just... Eccentric.

(All of a sudden, a man is seen running out of the Pink Palace with his suitcase, and a scared look on his face. Lucile or, Lucy Lovat, An old woman wearing a white long-sleeved shirt, a yellow dress, and red flats appears in the doorway holding a pitchfork)

Lucile: That's what happens when you don't pay the rent!

Wybie: ... (He sighs) Hey, gramma.

Lucile: (Her temper cools when she sees her only grandson) Oh, hello Wyborne.

(Ivey and John exchange looks)

I don't know where I got 'Lucile', I just thought the name seemed nice