Scene 2: The Good Squire Quinn
Song skipped over towards the Inn where she set down her buckets. Nasturtium was back over at the well with Brooky. The poor little mouse was still rubbing her bottom; Song had whacked her pretty hard. Brooky nudged Nasturium sharply, giving the mousemaid a pointed look.
The Sister then realized it was her line next.
"Oh - what'll we do today?" she asked quickly with a bright smile.
"Let's have a picnic down by the River Out," Brooky said cheerfully.
"Oh that's a lovely idea!" cooed Viola, holding up a bundle of flowers.
"Oh wonderful!" chirped Trimp, also holding up some flowers.
"Look," Song called to the others, holding an arm out stiffly towards the shrew that appeared in the Inn's doorway. "There is Squire Quinn."
"Well, well, good morning, my lovely maidens," Log a Log Furmo said heartily, stepping down to greet them.
The five young females then surrounded Furmo, wishing him a good morning also.
(It might be noted that Furmo's wife, Honeysuckle, was glaring daggers at her husband from the audience; she didn't like the idea of her husband being surrounded by five beautiful young maids. Furmo noticed this, and gave his "lovely" wife a reassuringly look and blew a kiss to her. Honeysuckle merely rolled her eyes, but then a paw came out in front of her face and made a fist, as though it had caught something. Honeysuckle turned and saw the paw belonged to Silvamord, who made believe she had caught Furmo's kiss. The vixen snickered at the shrewwife, who drew back her fist and let it fly.
BAM!
Silvamord slumped in her seat and Honeysuckle opened the vixen's paw, taking her husband's kiss back. Urgan watched the proceedings with wide eyes before grinning and nodding.)
"Well what a bunch of pleasant peasants you all are," Furmo said to the five young maidens, who laughed in a pleased manner.
The piano suddenly took on another lively tune, and Furmo struck a pose, ready to let his fine baritone fly over the audience.
I'm the good Squire Quinn
And I wanna shout
About my Inn
On the River Out
The five maidens formed a line and pretended to whisper to the audience,
You can easily see the shape
Squire Quinn is in
But wait till you see the shape
His Inn is in
Furmo took over:
The rooms are lovely
And full of space
There's running water
In every place
The five maidens danced out in front of Furmo, forcing the little shrew to try to jump up and down to see the audience.
Yes and lots of water
If you can stay
Long enough for
A rainy day
When they finally moved out of his way, Furmo went on with his part.
Every room has a beautiful view
Of sailing boats on the river blue
Again the five maidens danced out in front of Furmo.
You can watch the boats
When the wind blows
But the Squire didn't put
In windows
Furmo rolled his eyes, but nonetheless ploughed on as he was again allowed into the audience's vision.
Lots of ale and stout
Are on my shelf
And I take a drop
Or two myself
The Log a Log again disappeared from view as the five maidens danced out in front of him.
A drop, he says
The Squire's got the gout
The stout makes him ail
And the ale makes him stout
This time Furmo appeared by jumping up onto a bench that elevated him above the maidens.
So ends my story
And I think that this'll
Be a good time
To wet my whistle
The five maidens stood around the bench as all six of them finished the song.
That's all there is
And it leaves no doooouuuubbbbtttt
That the Squire's in his Inn
And his Inn's on the Ouuuuuuuuuttttttttt
The shrew and five maidens bowed to audience.
"Well, well, good-bye, maids," said Furmo, hopping down from the bench. "I've got to go now and polish off a few tankards. Good-bye!"
The maidens laughed and waved him good-bye.