Frida We don’t have rope. Girl #3 & #4 (In a sing-songy voice) Teresa and Robert, sittin’ in a tree! K-I-S-S-I-N-G! Frida (Cartwheeling back to the steps in front of her house. Erinda follows) I’m bored. Erinda It’s hot. Frida
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Mhmmm.
Erinda (Dancing while thinking, unable to stay still) Uh… ummmm. Mmhmmm… ah! Frida That was good! Erinda
I want ice cream.
(Sticking up fingers to indicate this as well) 9!
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Oh! Oh! Oh oh oh! (Frida runs off into her house. She returns holding a long piece of tarp in her hands. Her genius unfolds as she lays it out vertically across the sidewalk. She runs to her front yard. Unloops the hose. Turns it on, and unleashes it on the tarp) Slip and slide! Erinda Wha- what? Frida These are the rules. There’s one judge, one slider. A perfect slide is a 10. A bad slide is a 0 to 5. Medium score is 5 to 9. I’m going first. You judge. Erinda Okay! Frida (Frida stands at one end of the slippery tarp. She backs up a few steps to get a
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running start. She takes a breath, runs to the slip and slide and jumps belly first onto it. She slides toward the end of it, before she hits cement. She gets up, the entire front of her body totally wet. She sticks her arms in the air, as a gymnast would in a dismount.) Score!
(Rolls her eyes) Okay. Your turn. (Erinda giddily runs to the start of the slide. She gets a running start and flops belly first. Her tiny body rockets past.) Erinda (Scraping her arms on the sidewalk) AHHHHHHHHH! Frida Erinda! (She runs to Erinda who is sitting at the end of the slide with bleeding elbows. Erinda’s nearing tears.) Go inside and clean it up. Put bandaids on it! (Erinda gets up and starts to walk) DON’T cry. It’s just scraped. (Erinda walks inside to get bandaids. Frida prepares for another round of slip and slide)