Monologue: Reginald from Of Plastic Things and Butterfly Wings

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Reginald, a young blue crab, tells Sam, a plastic water bottle, the story of how he got his giant claw.


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                                        REGINALD

It happened on the day I lost my family. My mother, my father, and my sister.  They all died.

I miss them.

We were on the road to the beach, not far from where you found me.

(Reginald’s memory comes to life, showing Sam what happened.  Three blue crabs are walking along the road, with Reginald walking ahead of them.  They all play together until a plastic container lands on Reginald’s mother, father, and sister, smothering them. We hear them suffocating underneath, trying to get out, the sounds are horrible.)

What’s going on??  What is this?

The suffocating sounds continue.

Are you ok?  Are you playing?  What’s going on?

(The suffocating sounds continue.  Reginald tries to lift the container, to push it over, but he can’t.)

Hang on!  I will help you! I’m trying to help you!  Please!  Somebody help me!  Please!  I’m going to keep trying!  Please!  Please!

(Reginald continues to try pushing the container over, but he can’t.  The suffocating sounds fall silent, Reginald’s family has stopped breathing.

Reginald steps out of the memory to continue telling the story to Sam.)

I could see through the plastic.  I could see them inside the container.  I could see them collapse into the ground.  And I couldn’t do anything.

They stopped breathing, I just sat there, alone with them, until the Giant Sea Turtle came to get them.  I think he was the Oldest Sea Turtle That Ever Lived.  He must have come out of the ocean when I wasn’t looking.

He gave me a big hug.  And he placed me in the weeds so I would be safe.  And then he gathered up my family in his arms and slowly began walking back to the ocean.

Then he turned back around and pointed at my claw, which had always been really small.  He said, that’s where I could keep all the stories of my family.   All of my memories of them, and all their memories and stories too.  And by the end of the day, my claw had grown to the size it is now.

When I lay down to sleep, I rest my head on my claw.  And every night I get to live their memories in my dreams.

I feel like I’m supposed to keep their stories alive.  All the stories of all the blue crabs that ever lived.