Mary and Sarah: Surprise!
Winnie: This is the worst day of my life.
MARY: Uh-oh.
Sarah: But, Winnie, look what we have made. I discovered if thou do grind pig’s hooves and mix it with water, it creates a mysterious goo. (giggles) Then Mary had the wonderful idea to mix a drop of goat’s blood. And look. It jiggles. Here.
Mary: Taste this, Winnie. ‘Tis divine!
Winnie: I cannot eat. I am too troubled.
Mary: (gasps) Did the Turner boys lock thee in the hay barn again?
Winnie: Worse. I’ve been told I’m getting… old, and I must marry…
(GASPS)
Winnie: John Pritchett.

