EXTRACT: Let me tell you about your little Angel, Mr Moon. It's no secret that my previous Poly lost her way that fateful day. Out of nowhere I was confronted with a blaspheming parrot. One could scarcely believe the foul language that came out of that beak. I taught her to say, 'Who's a pretty girl?', 'Polly want a cracker', as well as select Christian blessings. It's only me here so it's nice to have someone to talk to.
Male | 30s | Under 3 minutes Starts on page 17
EXTRACT: [calling, as Sylvie] 'Ruby...? Ruby...? Where are you...?' [her adopts the pose of a stoic but worried father] [As Ray] 'Ruby...? Ruby...?' [He makes the sound of a police car siren approaching and pulling up. He mimics the sounds of the police car radio].
[As a distorted radio voice] 'VKC to BKV come in, over...'
[He plays a detective. He knocks on an imaginary door, holdup a 'badge'and writes in a 'notebook']
[As the dective''Rhubarb rhubarb rhubarb. Rhubarb rhubarb? Rhubarb? Rhubarb rhubarb.
Male | 60+ | Under 3 minutes Starts on page 47
EXTRACT: She loved cartoons. She would come over after school to watch them on our television. One day I was troubled by my work and found myself, pardon the pun, drawn to this animated entertainment featuring a duck or rabbit or mouse. I don't recall the species. But it was being chased by a pig or a wolf or a cat. The primal nature of predator and prey asserts itself eve in a cartoon.
Female | 30s | 3 to 5 minutes Starts on page 54
EXTRACT: Was it poison? Accidental, of course. Forgetful as she was, the dear old thing. What was it this time? A spoonful of the wrong ingredient in her cake? She could hardly see the labels. Easy mistake for an old woman to make. And you answering the phone telling her to wait until you got there. 'Mother distraught about Ruby', you told me. 'I'll go calm her down'.