Happy Birthday, Wanda June

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, WANDA JUNE by Kurt Vonnegut ACT ONE SCENE ONE SILENCE.Pitch blackness.Animal eyes begin to glow in the darkness.Sounds of the jungle climax in animals fighting. A SINGER is heard singing the first bars of "All God's Chillun Got Shoes."HAROLD, LOOSELEAF, PENELOPE, and WOODLY stand in a row in the darkness, facing the audience.They are motionless.A city skyline in the early evening materializes outside the windows. The lights come up on the living room of a rich man's apartment, which is densely furnished with trophies of hunts and wars.There is a front door, a door to the master bedroom suite, and a corridor leading to other bedrooms, the kitchen and so on. PENELOPE How do you do.My name is Penelope Ryan.This is a simple-minded play about men who enjoy killing--and those who don't. HAROLD I am Harold Ryan, her husband.I have killed perhaps two hundred men in wars of various sorts--as a professional soldier.I have killed thousands of other animals as well--for sport. WOODLY I am Dr. Norbert Woodly--a physician, a healer.I find it disgusting and frightening that a killer should be a respected member of society.Gentleness must replace violence everywhere, or we are doomed. PENELOPE (to LOOSELEAF) Would you like to say something about killing, Colonel? LOOSELEAF (embarrassed) Jesus--I dunno.You know.What the heck.Who knows?