Wide panel: We’re looking out over the area from treetop level. Spread out before us is a beautiful green landscape. We can see rolling green hills, lush fields and the tops of various forests as the sun rises on the horizon.
YOUNG MOUSE (CAPTION)
“But it’s also a lie.”
CUT TO two MICE facing us as they stand on a thick branch, somewhere in the upper reaches of a tree. On the left is a younger mouse with light brown fur. His eyes are full of life and zest.
The mouse on the right has dark brown fur with dashes of grey around his whiskers and mouth. He has patches on his body where fur doesn’t grow, where thin white scar tissue resides instead. We’ll simply call him OLDFUR.
Both of the mice sport dark capes and wooden swords. They're members of the guard.
I don’t understand.
I know, and that’s why I brought you up here.
CUT TO a TIGHT SHOT on OLDFUR.
Up here we are giants, masters of all we survey.
But all we see is beauty, the landscape, the sun and the sky.
Small panel: CUT TO a CLOSE UP on a pair of snake’s eyes peering from the shadows beneath a pile of brown, gnarled leaves.
“We don’t see danger lurking in the shadows.”
CUT TO a TIGHT SHOT on a group of three BANDIT MICE standing around an upturned grain cart. Blood on the floor in the foreground of the panel hints at the slaughter.
“We don’t see greed waiting to stab us in the back.”
Small panel: CUT TO a CLOSE UP on a clump of WATER HEMLOCK (CICUTA) plants at the side of a small stream.
“We don’t see death disguised as hope.”
Wide panel: CUT TO a TWO SHOT on the two mice as they look towards us, looking out at the view.
Down there we are always looking to the sky, humbled by nature towering over us.
Down there we are invisible to the gaze of any Gods. Down there we make our own fate.
You professed frustration at being small. Don't.