Perri (1957)

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Perri (1957)

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(NARRATOR READING)

NARRATOR: These words of truth are nature's basic law, and you shall be the witness.

Come with us now to watch with all the grandeur of her seasons' change.

And marvel at the wondrous ways in which she has arranged a time for everything.

On yonder mountain breaks the day, and so begins a time of beauty and our play.

Break of day The moment of enchantment When the dawn Comes tiptoe down the hill Morning sky all aglow While the sleepy earth below Feels the kiss of the breeze Sweep the mist from her trees And then lo and behold All is gold, all is gold Break of day Break of day Break of day One perfect hour at dawning When the world in loveliness is dressed Every flower fresh with dew Gives a fragrance to the air Rippling brook runs along Joins the birds in their song See the sky, blue and clear All awake, day is here Break of day Break of day Break of day Break of day

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(BIRDS SQUAWKING)

NARRATOR: And so, full born, a day in spring.

And we have come on morning's wings upon a secret garden.

Just beyond the beaver pond, it lies.

We call it Wildwood Heart, and this shall be the setting for our play.

Our plot is nature's own, our theme, the endless stream of life that in this time of spring finds new beginnings everywhere.

(SQUEALING)

(CHIRPING)

(CAWING)

(CHITTERING)

There are many wonders here in Wildwood Heart.

Each plays its part in nature's plan.

The miracle of mother love, a vital force that, even in a savage breast, protects the young until their age of helplessness is past.

And nature's greatest gift is here, a warm and precious thing.

The deep compelling urge of kind for kind from which all life must spring.

But now the mating season, the time of together, has come and gone.

Still, between the red fox and his vixen, there is a bond that holds them in a close companionship.

So shall they stay through all of life, for this is nature's way.

But nature's mating ways are sometimes strange, and in her treetop world, she's arranged the very opposite design.

The pine squirrel, once his mating time has passed, lives out a life of bachelorhood inside a ragged nest of shredded bark and grass, and yet he always keeps a watchful eye on a pine-tree snag nearby.

His mate and all her tiny brood live here, (WHIMPERING) but one is more precocious than the rest, always first to Mother's breast.

This is Perri, and this is her story.

It begins with those first awarenesses that nature gives the very young:

The taste of milk, her mother's furry warmth, and in a bed of pungent cedar bark, a time of perfect peace.

(WHIMPERING)

But Perri's mother knows none of these.

She leads a hectic life of eat and run.

To feed her young, she must herself be fed.

And it's odd but true, she can change to mother's milk even the deadly tissue of the toadstool.

This time of hunting is a necessary time for all.

(PANTING)

The mother marten, with her young to feed, is driven by a constant need of flesh and blood.

She must make many kills today, and the pine squirrel is her natural prey.

(CHIRPING)

(SNARLING)

(CAWING)

(CHIRPS)

(SNARLING)

The ravens' wild alarm is heard by Perri's father.

(SQUEALING)

(MARTEN GROWLS)

(MARTEN GROWLS)

Perri's father, moved by some ancient instinct stronger than the fear within his breast, sets out to lure the marten from the mother's nest.

(CHATTERING)

(SNARLING)

(SQUAWKING)

(SQUIRREL SQUEALING)

A life is lost, but not in vain.

The marten now can feed her young, but she will return to Perri's nest again, and so the mother squirrel needs another hiding place.

Good. The father's nest.

Inside their hollow-chambered stump, the martens' morsel is already gone, (SQUEAKING)

and now the mother squirrel's borrowed time grows very short.

(SQUIRRELS CHIRPING)

Now all the babies have been moved but one.

Perri.

(SQUEALING)

(SNARLS)

A narrow miss, but this is not the end.

Death still is very near.

(SQUEALING)

Now, how will nature tip the scale?

Will life or death prevail?

Two mothers, each with a need, which one will succeed?

(BABY MARTENS SQUEALING)

The distant cry that makes the marten turn away comes from her nesting place.

A mother raccoon has happened by, and now the marten's babies are in peril.

(SQUEALING)

Although the marten works a miracle, it's all a waste of time, for the raccoon can't solve the riddle of this tantalizing stump, and much annoyed, she ambles on her way in search of less perplexing prey, but finds instead another prickly problem.

(GROWLS)

(WHIMPERING)

From the haven of her father's nest, Perri looks upon the world below, and as we watch with her, we, too, shall see with nature's eye this time of hunting that shall go quickly by.

Of course, we must abandon all emotion, all distress, and realize that death is just a necessary end.

This is the perfect plan that nature has contrived.

Some must die that others may survive.

(FOXES BARKING)

(GROWLS)

(CAWS)

(YELPING)

The wildcat doesn't care to face the mother fox inside her den.

It's true the rabbit is a small reward, but then at least she got this prey the easy way.

(MEWING)

To keep her world in balance, nature has decreed that in this time of hunting, death shall take many forms.

The beaver kills the living aspen tree and dines upon its flesh.

From the bare, bleak skeleton that remains, he fashions and maintains his dam.

All through the day, in Wildwood Heart, the search for food continues everywhere.

The sapsucker feeds her young on grubs and worms, and in her daily round, she demonstrates how life or death will sometimes turn upon the merest quirk of fate.

Her busy rapping wakes a flying squirrel.

If not disturbed, he never flies except by night,

but now, by day, the goshawk waits with swifter wings to end this brief untimely flight.

A time of hunting.

And then a time of peace.

Now, with fall of night, nature brings the precious gift of sleep.

Now to sleep Now to rest While the soft night descending Covers all Great and small Till a new day is born Deep in the shadow Dreaming away Soon you'll forget all the cares Of the day So to sleep Slumber deep Let the soft night enfold you Mother's near Never fear She will keep you from harm Lulled by the night wind Close to her breast Now, peacefully, lovingly Tenderly rest Lulled by the night wind Close to her breast Now, peacefully, lovingly Tenderly rest

(CRICKETS CHIRPING)

(HOOTING)

(CHIRPING)

NARRATOR: In Wildwood Heart, the medley of the birds ushers in another day in spring, and with it, comes the time of learning.

For Perri, lesson number one is purely elementary.

She will simply learn to walk along the branches of a tree.

Mother, with a tasty tidbit, is the lure.

Bravely, Perri starts, and then she's not so sure.

She didn't know she'd have to cross the unknown world of far below.

(CHIRPING)

Still, hunger is a strong incentive, and so, despite what seems to be a warning from her brother, Perri once again sets out for food and Mother.

(CHIRPING)

(SQUEALS)

(SQUEALING)

(CHIRPS)

Mother's coaxing starts another scholar on his way,

but he'll never reach the head of the class.

(SQUEALING)

He'll be lucky to even pass.

(SQUEALING)

Well, it's a rather shaky start, but if she puts her heart in it, keeps up the fight, she'll get the hang of it, all right.

(SQUEALS)

All this, the young raccoons have watched with awe.

But they must get their tree legs, too.

And so, as Perri takes her turn upon the judgment seat, one stout heart sets out headlong to duplicate her feat.

(TWITTERING)

Brother would like to lend a helping hand, but in this kind of test, you're on your own.

(SQUEALS)

You just dig in, hang on and try to do your best,

and if, alas, you just haven't got the answers, there's only one thing left to do.

Drop out of class.

(SQUEALING)

This mishap could become a tragedy, for predators are always near.

But so is Mother.

She knows by instinct that survival of her young depends upon her watchfulness and tender care.

As late spring turns to early summer, the time of learning still goes on.

Down at the beaver pond, the beaver kit is on his way to school.

As a rule, it's Mother who supplies the transportation here, while Father, as the chief construction engineer, provides the object lesson.

The subject for today is logging, and everything that Father does, Baby Beaver tries on something more his size.

In beaver school, even scratching is catching.

Nature teaches many special skills and arts, and at the wildcats' den, a primary course for predators is just about to start.

(MEWING)

The lesson for today will be how to lie in wait

(GROWLS) and pounce upon your prey.

(MEWING)

(GROWLING)

The other students, having learned by observation all a kitten needs to know, now sally forth.

A-hunting they will go.

(FROG CROAKING)

"This fellow's tricky.

"Looks pretty dangerous, too.

"More than that, he's awful soft and sort of sticky."

(CROAKING)

It's the instinct of the predator to quell the flow of life, and so these youngsters will try to stop anything that creeps or crawls or hops.

(MEWING)

This time, it was a mouse that got away.

A very clever mouse, no doubt of that.

After all, he just outfoxed a cat.

But now what will he do? Just who's going to outfox who?

(BARKS)

(MOUSE SQUEAKING)

Well, so far, score one for the mouse.

And what's more, he'll challenge anybody in the house.

(SQUEAKING)

Brother's willing and knows exactly what to do.

(SNARLING)

"First you grab him, then a shake or two...

"But what comes next?

"Any suggestions?

"No?

"Oh, well, I guess you just let him go."

(SQUEAKING)

And so, in this time of learning, many live to run away, and death can wait for another day.

The young raccoons are nimble-footed now and strong, and they've long since entered the second phase of their training.

Mother's teaching them to forage for themselves, and this is a hunting trip.

But it so happens that not far away, a family of skunks is also faring forth today, and this can only lead to confusion at the crossroads.

(GRUNTING)

(SKUNKS SQUEALING)

The skunks regroup, hold a council of w*r, but it's all over now. Everything's just as it was before.

Well, not quite. Mother Raccoon has three, all right, but not three of a kind,

and as for Mother Skunk, well, she drew the wrong suit, too.

(GRUNTING)

Another scuffle, another shuffle.

And then each family goes its separate way again,

but for one at least, the fun is over much too soon.

He still thinks he's part raccoon.

In the varied diet of the raccoons, fish is a mainstay, and crayfish, a prime delight.

Mother demonstrates the right technique for angling.

And now the youngster tries, but here's one little fisherman that's in for a big surprise.

(SQUAWKING)

(SNARLS)

Borne on a gentle wind from the lower valleys, the seeds of the cottonwood fall like a summer snowstorm on Wildwood Heart.

With the passing of the summer days, there comes a time of adventure as nature wakens in her young a sense of independence.

(BARKING)

(YELPING)

(BARKING)

The time of adventure brings the little martens from their hollow tree to rehearse their predatory skills with mock ferocity.

(SNARLING)

(GROWLING)

In contrast, the squirrels are creatures of purest joy.

To them, the time of adventure is a time to play, and so begins a treetop circus, an aerial ballet.

A magpie, on thievery intent, presents a pointed argument that stops the show.

(CAWING)

(CHATTERING)

Then she boldly takes her time, adding one more pine cone to a life of crime.

(CHATTERING)

Once the magpie's gone, it's on with the show.

Well, come on, let's go.

Eager for any kind of playmate, (TWITTERING)

Perri sees the little hummingbirds next door.

To protect her precious chicks, Mother Hummingbird flies into a fit of fury.

She knows that fur and feathers just don't mix.

Oh, well, maybe she's right.

So Perri sets out to find someone more her kind.

"Now, let's see, anybody in this aspen tree?

"Yup, there sure is."

(CHATTERING)

Oh, that such a thing should happen to a daytime-napping flying squirrel!

He's getting out of here.

Perri is very much impressed. What a perfect way to travel!

It looks like sheer delight.

She simply has to try this for herself.

(CHATTERING)

Oops!

"Didn't have that takeoff timed just right. We'll try again."

Now with perfect confidence, Perri takes the air, but when she spreads her wings, they just aren't there.

(SQUAWKS)

Although she lands unhurt, this is the one place Perri's always feared to go, the dreadful world of far below.

And she has a right to fear.

There are monsters here.

(SQUEALS)

"Now, what was that?"

Well, that was a ground squirrel.

Perri's fear at once is gone.

She feels there is a kinship here.

A friend at last.

He even lets her share his lunch till Perri makes one small mistake.

She eats too much too fast.

(SQUEALING)

Perri doesn't want to lose her newfound friend over just a little spat, and so she tries to make it up, but newfound friend, it seems, has taken in the welcome mat.

(SNARLING)

In this strange world of below, even the trees grow much too short, just about as short as everybody's temper.

(CHIRPING)

Deeper in the forest, Perri comes upon a most unexpected and exciting thing.

She catches a glimpse of the great forest king himself, Bambi.

One of Bambi's children is drinking at the brook.

Perri drops down for a closer look.

The fawn is friendly, and Perri senses this, knows she won't be harmed.

(CAWING)

But now, in the distance, a clamor grows and soon becomes a wild alarm.

(CAWING)

Somewhere in the Wildwood Heart, a k*ller's on the loose again.

(SQUAWKING)

(RAVENS CAWING)

Blind to all except her homing instinct, Perri comes at last upon her nesting tree and finds catastrophe.

Mother, sister, brothers, all are gone. Not one is left, not one.

And now it's Perri's turn to look upon the face of death.

(RAVEN CAWING)

(SQUEALING)

(MARTEN GROWLING)

Perri dashes for the brook.

The ruse succeeds, for here's a barrier that makes the marten pause.

She hates the water and never swims except in direst need.

And so Perri's safe again, but not for long.

(GROWLING)

The wildcat decides to wait.

He senses that his prey cannot escape.

(CHATTERING)

But now Perri hears a voice much like her own and very near.

This is Porro. He's noisy, brave and brash, and quite often very rash.

(PORRO CHATTERING)

He considers this his sovereign domain, and he's out to rout this pesky cat.

(GROWLING)

Lead the foe a merry chase, lure him up a skimpy tree, then shout insults in his face.

(CHATTERING)

This is Porro's strategy for wildcats, and it always seems to work.

(CHATTERING)

(SNARLING)

(SQUEALING)

In the center of Porro's private estate, there is an ancient log.

It's called a midden.

Here, many generations of squirrels have stored their food and hidden from their enemies.

The litter of shells and husks around the log form the midden waste,

and this in turn becomes a perfect place for hiding food supplies.

Nearby is Porro's private drinking pool, and bathing in this water source is frowned upon, of course.

(CHATTERING)

Being very young, Porro has only recently claimed this territory as his own, and so he spends much of his time collecting raw materials of bark and grass to build his bachelor home.

His house is nearly finished, though. Just has to hang the door.

The walls are firm. The roof is strong.

In fact, the only weakness is the floor.

(SQUEALS)

(SQUEALING)

This would be a sorry plight for a less determined squirrel, but Porro sets to work at once to mend his oversight.

It takes some time for Perri to lose her lethargy of fear, but with the danger gone, she's aware that now she, too, is on her own.

Obedient to a natural law, she will not intrude upon the realm of Porro.

For the present, she will live alone.

Not far away, Perri comes upon the ruin of a giant tree.

Although the penthouse here is occupied, down below and on the other side, Perri finds an ideal home, and by the law of Wildwood Heart, she claims it for her own.

One look around and Perri's off in search of food.

To the spotted skunk who has the basement flat, this isn't good.

It's always been a quiet neighborhood.

To be honest, Perri is not the ideal neighbor.

Once she starts to chatter, there's just no way to stop her, and worse than that, she's a chronic cone-dropper.

(SQUEALS)


Within the marten's brain, Perri's image is fading fast.

Still, she feels the need to overpass this brook, and now she finds the means.

(CHIRPS)

Perri's fate rides on the fickle current,

but in the end, the marten meets complete defeat.

(SNARLING)

(CHATTERING)

(CHIRPING)

And so Perri finds security at last, and perhaps in some vague way, she already senses that her destiny is fast entwined with her neighbor in the nearby tree, Porro, who still labors hopefully with this vast unruly mess of moss and grass he calls a nest.

The days grow short. A time of change begins.

The air is crisp and cold.

Nature paints her trees with autumn hues, and all of Wildwood Heart becomes a symphony in gold.

Autumn is a time of preparing, and Porro, in a perfect frenzy of haste, is determined that not a single pine cone shall go to waste.

Perri, too, is busy gathering winter stores, and on one of these crisp autumn days, she goes beyond the limits of her own territory, deep into a part of Wildwood Heart she's never seen before.

So far from home, she gets confused, and to find her bearings, she climbs a tree.

(SQUEALING)

This simple act turns out to be a very grave mistake.

(SQUAWKING)

This is the grove of the crooked aspen, the trees twisted and deformed by some violent and long forgotten storm.

To Perri, it's strange and frightening.

(CHIRPS)

The snake is really not a thr*at.

Perri senses this, and yet she takes no chances.

It's just as well, for in the aspen grove, death also dwells.

This is the private hunting ground of the swift and cunning weasel.

(GROWLS)

Perri has a small advantage in the tree.

The weasel isn't quite as nimble as a marten, and Perri might elude her enemy, but now she takes a one-way path and puts herself in double jeopardy.

(CHATTERS)

(SQUAWKING)

(CHIRPING)

(YELPING)

(SCREECHES)

The goshawk's talons find the weasel. Perri's free.

(CHIRPING)

The winds of late autumn, as though jealous of the lovely leaves, rip through Wildwood Heart and tear them in a golden fury from the trees.

And these winds blow ill for more than one, for now down comes his castle, Porro and all.

(CHATTERS)

(CHIRPS)

Well, this time, it's too late to try again, so Porro takes refuge inside his midden log.

After all, it's well supplied and probably safer than his tree.

(PATTERING)

In fact, a squirrel could be very happy here.

That is, if he enjoys noise.

(PATTERING)

(CHIRPING)

(PATTERING CONTINUES)

(SQUEALS)

To get a foot in the face in one's dwelling place is bad enough, but when an amorous grouse uses your house to rehearse, (THRUMMING) that's worse.

(CHIRPING)

It's the raccoon that decides it, though.

(SNIFFING)

This time, somebody's got to go, and, of course, it's Porro.

(CHATTERING)

And so night finds Porro in his tree again, but unprotected now.

(OWL HOOTING)

(PORRO SQUEALING)

Luckily, in a nearby aspen tree, Porro finds a warm, inviting nest, but before he even gets a chance to rest...

(GRATING)

"Well, nowhere else to go. This is it.

"Look out below."

(CHATTERING)

(SQUEALING)

(HOOTS)

And so for poor, proud Porro, there remains but one alternative.

Although he is by birth a treetop dweller, now must he live all winter long beneath the earth.

Now, through many days and nights, nature, grand mistress of design, redecorates her stage in white,

and with each dawn, another time of beauty lies upon the land.

At first, this is a time of silence, too, but as the morning sun grows warm and bright, it wakens every sleeping bush and tree, creates a rhapsody in white.

For Perri, with her store of winter food, winter is a time of waiting, but not for the marten.

Indeed, this is her time of greatest need.

The snow provides a cover for her natural prey, and to allay her thirst for blood, she's in a constant frenzy.

(CHIRPING)

Still, Perri feels quite secure, and out for a touch of sun, she joins her friend, the mouse, the winter tenant of a robin's empty house.

(SQUEAKS)

Just one look at this tempting meal across the brook makes the marten try her luck once more.

On the water's whim, Perri's fate rides once again,

but this time, too, the current turns the marten back.

Nature has many designs for winter living.

Squirrels are semi-hibernators, which simply means they eat a little, sleep a lot, and, in Perri's case at least, have the oddest dreams.

This time, her dream begins as Perri hears an eerie but familiar sound.

(OWL HOOTING)

And then an ancient enemy appears,

but soon the vision fades, dissolves, becomes but one small part of a winter fantasy in Wildwood Heart.

(HOOTING)

The winter passes and spring comes again to Wildwood Heart and to the mountain meadow.

Of all of nature's many times and seasons, this is the happiest, for this is the time of together.

Together time is the time of year When winter's over and spring is here A wonderful season And there's a good reason For this is together time Together time is the time to share These happy hours beyond compare All nature is waiting So no hesitating For this is together time One is too few Two is just right To welcome this wonderful time of delight Two is the thing in the brightness of spring Two of everything Let come what may, it's together time When two together will always find The joy in the story Of spring and its glory For this is together time

(FROGS CROAKING)

One is too few Two is just right To welcome this wonderful time of delight Two is the thing in the brightness of spring Two of everything Let come what may, it's together time When two together will always find The joy in the story Of spring and its glory For this is together time For this is together time

NARRATOR: The time of together comes to every creature in the Wildwood Heart, and so, on one of these bright spring mornings, Perri awakens with a new awareness in her breast.

The barrier between herself and Porro has been withdrawn.

This, Perri clearly understands.

Her time of together has come.

Her moment of fulfillment is at hand.

On the midden log below, Porro also knows and pours his all into a soulful mating call.

(CHATTERING)

Perri speaks, (CHATTERING) and Porro's weak.

Then she sees that he needs to be encouraged, so she leaves her tree to join him on the midden.

(CHIRPING)

Porro finds this close proximity even more unnerving.

Of course, she is bewitching, and he would mention this, except he's taken with a sort of speechless twitching.

Perri coaxes.

(PERRI CHIRPS)

And the bashful Porro would, of course, give in, but he never gets the chance.

(THUNDER CLAPPING)

Fire, the dread destroyer all wild things fear.

(PERRI CHIRPING)

Perri, terrified, races for the safety of the tree, but in a forest fire, this is where the greatest danger lies.

(SQUEALING)

Porro senses this, tries to call her down.

(CHATTERING)

(PERRI SQUEALS)

Now, driven by the flames, Porro, too, must seek a refuge.

(CHIRPING)

(SQUEALING)

Now the heat and smoke become too much to bear.

Porro makes a desperate try.

(PORRO CHIRPING)

His winter home beneath the ground. There may be safety here.

But for Perri every hope, it seems, is lost as all of Wildwood Heart becomes a seething holocaust.

(PERRI SQUEALS)

Just in time, Perri breaks the grip of fear.

(SQUEALING)

When nature, in another change of mood, sends down the cooling rains, the mountain wilderness is spared.

Only Wildwood Heart will wear the mark of fire, and this, too, in time, nature will repair.

It's no surprise, of course, that Porro rises from the ruins safe and sound.

He sees the desolation all around but doesn't wait to mourn or meditate.

He hurries straight for Perri's b*rned-out pine-tree snag.

(CHIRPING)

He has no feeling of alarm, no thought that Perri may have come to harm.

If Perri isn't here, he will find her.

(CHIRPING)

Porro should have waited just a little longer, for Perri, too, remembers she has a rendezvous to keep.

And so she preens, prepares and then sets out to find the midden log, quite unaware that all the while, there's been a witness here.

And this time, the forest fire has supplied the bridge so long denied.

Perri finds the midden log but not her mate, and at this most untimely time, she calmly settles down to wait.

Enter Porro returning from his quest.

(PORRO CHATTERING)

Perri hears the warning, knows that danger is near, but where?

One instant more may be too late, and so Porro makes the utmost sacrifice.

Though death may be the price, he will attract the marten to himself.

(MARTEN SNARLING)

(RAVENS CAWING)

(SQUEALING)

(GROWLS)

(PORRO SQUEALS)

(GROWLS)

Perri sees, and Perri knows.

(YOWLING)

It is the k*ll.

And now the moment after.

Never is the forest quite so still.

Perri is aware of death.

She is bereft and mourns her loss.

It is the marten that the wildcat takes away.

Nor will Perri grieve for Porro very long because, you see, there is no need.

He always could outwit that cat, and here's the living proof of that.

(PORRO CHIRPING)

(PORRO CHATTERING)

Perri hears and feels within her breast a warm, upwelling happiness.

And so nature in her wondrous way writes the happy ending to our play.

Together time is the time to share These happy hours beyond compare All nature is waiting So no hesitating For this is together time One is too few Two is just right To welcome this wonderful time of delight Two is the thing in the brightness of spring Two of everything Let come what may, it's together time When two together will always find The joy in the story Of spring and its glory For this is together time For this is together time
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