The story opens with a visit to a grand palace . We enter through the gate covered with vines. We proceed through the window and we see from above, a young boy lying ill in bed. His parents are close by and his mother is weeping. In the young princes hand he holds of red ruby. His hand opens and the ruby falls to the floor slowly. The prince is dead! The sound of bells ring out solemnly. They fade away as we sweep across the land. The next scene we see a group of swallows swooping and gliding in the air above a patch of reeds at the waters edge. The little swallow dives and swoops amongst the blowing green reeds. At one point we are the eyes of the swallow and we hear his excited voice SWALLOW Weeeee! Hey, (To other swallows) look at me! Yeah. (laughter) He lands onto a reed. All the reeds are bending gracefully in the wind. His feathers move gently. He looks at one particular tall reed and speaks to it. SWALLOW Oh beautiful reed, will you be my friend? The reed bends forward in the wind and then rises back up. The swallow takes this for a yes. SWALLOW YES! In excitement he flies off over the water his wing touches the surface making a ripple. The ripple dissolves the scene to a courtyard in a small village. DISSOLVE TO-A SMALL VILLAGE (PADDLESWORTH), DAY. A crowd has gathered in front of a podium. Behind the podium we see a statue that is draped in a large sheet. On the podium there stands the mayor, the councilor and royal representative. MAYOR And furthermore, I thank you all for coming here today to witness the unveiling of this beautiful statue of our dear departed Prince, Prince. . . .er. . . . Prince. . . . The councilor leans in to whisper into the mayors ear. COUNCILOR Prince Marcos your worship! MAYOR Prince Marcos. By our esteemed guest Lord Flattersly. CLAPPING AND CHEERS. FLATTERSLY Thank you Mayor Puddle. On behalf of the Royal family, I would like to thank the citizens of Paddlesworth for this very kind and generous tribute to Prince Marcos more fondly remembered as The Happy Prince. FALTTERSBY TUGS ON A ROPE TO REVEAL THE STATUE. We do not see the statue just the reaction from the crowd. CUT TO- THE FACES OF THE POOR PEOPLE IN THE CROWN. A golden glow from the statue lightens up their shocked and startled faces. A gasp goes up. CUT TO-THE PEOPLE ON THE PONIUM. They are also illuminated by the glow of the golden statue still unseen by us. FLATTERSLY It looks as if no expense was spared to build such a beautiful tribute Mayor Puddle. MAYOR None was Lord Flattersly, none was. FLATTERSLY Tell me Councilor, how does a small village such as this afford to build such a rich statue? COUNCILOR Oh it was easy, we just doubled the peasants taxes. . . . . .Oooh! Before he can continue the Mayor elbows him in the gut to shut him up. MAYOR Erí. . .which they gladly gave of course. FLATTERSLY I see. He looks suspiciously at them. CUT TO- The crowd. He looks out at the people gathered and sees many very poor peasants standing looking very hungry in rags. They look sad and dejected. CUT TO-The podium. The councilor whispers to the mayor. COUNCILOR He looks suitably impressed. If this doesnít earn you a knighthood by the King, Iíll eat my hat. MAYOR If this doesnít work, Iíll eat your hat, with your head in it. A look of horror on the councilors face. FADE OUT. DISSOLVE TO-POND, DAY. They have now faded to a light brown color the little swallow is sitting close by his friend the reed. His feathers are a little ruffled because heís trying to keep warm. He looks up and sees all the other swallows fly into the sky. One of the other swallows calls out to him. OTHER SWALLOW Hey little swallow, come now, itís time for us to leave SWALLOW Leave, But why? OTHER SWALLOW Because the winter season is almost upon us. SWALLOW Beautiful reed, will you come south with me? The wind picks up and the reed bends from side to side as if saying no. SWALLOW No, then I will stay here with you, because you are my friend. From far in the distance the other swallow calls again. OTHER SWALLOW Hurry little swallow, before the winter snow falls. SWALLOW (CALING AFTER HIM) Goodbye my friends, Iíll see you in the spring. OTHER SWALLOW (SO QUIET WE CAN HARDLY HEAR, THEY ARE TINY SPECKS IN THE DISTANCE)Little Swallow. . . . . Come Little swallow. . . As they disappear the little swallow ruffles his feathers again and goes to sleep next to his friend, the reed. FADE OUT DISOLVE TO: POND, DAY The little Swallow flies down to his friend. The reed is quite brown and is still. Dead leaves fall around. Ice forms a cascade of shapes on the surface of the water. SWALLOW Hello beautiful reed. (NO REACTION)My swallow friends will be playing amongst the pyramids today. Every winter the pyramids and I meet on the golden deserts for they are my friends too. They love to see me flying amongst their high peaks and dark passages. Beautiful reed while you sleep I will go and visit the pyramids and bring back tails of our adventures. So the little swallow takes flight, he flies over the frozen pond and as he disappears into the distance a light breeze blows a final farewell from the reeds. FADE OUT. DISSOLVE TO :TOWN SQUARE,NIGHT The little swallow looks down for somewhere to settle and sees a ledge. He lands on it and hears a gruff voice. PIGEON Hey kid! What you doing on our ledge. Seeing the silhouette next to him he becomes frightened until it moves into the reflected light of a street gas lamp. It is a large breasted Pigeon sitting next to him. LITTLE SWALLOW Iím sorry sir, I didnít know this was your ledge. Another voice (female) comes from the darkness. PIGEON 2 What kind of creature are you, disturbing our rest on a cold night? LITTLE SWALLOW I.. Iím a swallow maíam. PIGEON 2 Nonsense! Swallows are migrating birds, they fly south for the winter. PIGEON Yeah, soft they are, canít take the cold like us pigeons. . . They laugh! LITTLE SWALLOW I am on my way to the South right now. But tonight I must rest, Iíve come a very long way. (yawn!) PIGEON 2 Well you canít stay here. We have to put up with your kind all summer long. In the winter, this is our town! PIGEON Awe, let him stay, after all, in the morning I might be feeling a little HUNGRY! The pigeon leans towards him and smiles menacingly. The little swallow flies away very frightened as the pigeons laugh. He flies straight to a very large high darkened statue and hides deep within itís folds. Realizing he hasnít been pursued he falls into a deep well deserved sleep.