After Spinnel Sun and Keroberos suggested that I try something with the Baker, I figured; why not? I played him for a week or so when Jeremy wasn't at school; I know some of his psyche. I did fill in for everyone at one point or another so I'm going to try to do one for every character in the play now. Well, on with the Show!
So here I am; my son in my arms and what's left of our village... our kingdom... around me. The princess - who, since the Royal Family has fled - must have been appointed queen. Jack – who lost him mother and, perhaps, his beloved cow – is now on his own and looking to me for guidance. The little girl – who's name I never learnt – is also dependant on me. Finally, my son; much too young to even crawl and has recently just stopped crying. I wouldn't abandon him, not again, not now. I already tried that once, but luckily; I got pointed in the right direction.
Me, who tried countless time to bear a child, am now suddenly appointed as provider for four souls – excluding myself. Why me? I am the oldest one here... and Jack is still not ready to take care of himself; but why not someone else? The Prince... he's not here now. Who knows where he's at, that young maiden must be quite special to keep him away for so long. It's possible that he left with the rest of the family too. Wherever he is – it isn't here.
My wife, my beloved wife, would have loved this. She always longed for a large family; here is her opportunity for it. She would have brought them in to the house; never minding how little space there was and would have made do. She would have given up her own side of the bed and resigned herself to a kitchen chair for the night if it meant giving a good night's sleep to someone else. She loved to help... And I counted on her help for everything. Now that she's gone... Now I'm the one who needs to be strong. I have to keep a cool head and have good judgment. For the good of the group; for the good of my child; I can't run, I have to stay.
A wise old man once told me "The farther you run, the more you feel undefined for what you have left undone and, more, what you have left behind." I trust his word, no matter how mysterious, delirious or even deleterious he may seem, something tells me that he knows best.
For Princess Consuela Banana-Hammock (the Baker's son) and Lashonda (the Giantess' head) – it has been much too long since I held either of you. I miss you both... Heck, I see you everyday in the Drama room, what am I going on about?