Storyboard for the short film The Juniper Tree. Tell the story of a little girl who falls from a tree and meets a bird.
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MARS: Bubby! Tweet, tweet!MARS: Bubby! Tweet, tweet!
MARS (cont.): Come here, Bubby!MARS (cont.): Come here, Bubby!
*THUNK**THUNK*
*Mars swings around in a panic**Mars swings around in a panic*
*Drops arms in defeat, Mars sighs**Drops arms in defeat, Mars sighs*
MARS: Am I dead?MARS: Am I dead?
BIRD: Nearly.BIRD: Nearly.
*SWOOSH**SWOOSH*
BIRD: However, your sole is stillBIRD: However, your sole is stillconnected to your bodyconnected to your body
MARS: Good thing I woreMARS: Good thing I woremy tennis shoes.my tennis shoes.
BIRD: I’ll repair the connectionBIRD: I’ll repair the connectionbetween your soles...between your soles...
BIRD (cont.): so you can returnBIRD (cont.): so you can returnto your bodyto your body
MARS: How?MARS: How?
BIRD: By repairing the tear.BIRD: By repairing the tear.
*ZIP**ZIP*
MARS: Can I ask you stuff?MARS: Can I ask you stuff?BIRD: I suppose.BIRD: I suppose.
MARS: So are you an angel?MARS: So are you an angel?
BIRD: No, I’m dead, I’m just filling out myBIRD: No, I’m dead, I’m just filling out mycommunity service requirement.community service requirement.
MARS: So are all birds dead people?MARS: So are all birds dead people?BIRD: Yes.BIRD: Yes.
MARS: I knew it.MARS: I knew it.
MARS: So what do birds becomeMARS: So what do birds becomewhen they die?when they die?
BIRD: I don’t know...BIRD: I don’t know...
BIRD (cont.): Turtles maybe?BIRD (cont.): Turtles maybe?
MARS: So does that mean my brother’s aMARS: So does that mean my brother’s abird? Or is he a turtle already?bird? Or is he a turtle already?
BIRD: (pause) I can’t answer that, but IBIRD: (pause) I can’t answer that, but Ican give you a poem.can give you a poem.
BIRD: Life is terribly long...BIRD: Life is terribly long...
BIRD (cont.): ...but at the end of it,BIRD (cont.): ...but at the end of it,you finally get to fly.you finally get to fly.
BIRD (cont.): So let the birds fly, and liveBIRD (cont.): So let the birds fly, and livein peace until you can too.in peace until you can too.
Mars: That doesn’t even rhyme.Mars: That doesn’t even rhyme.
BIRD: Goodbye then.BIRD: Goodbye then.
*GASP!**GASP!*