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    <title>A Mighty Thorn In a Mighty Paw - Prologue  (A Firefly Fan Fic)</title>
    <published>2007-08-12T19:38:27Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-12T19:38:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hey, all. I was told by a friend that I should post my Firefly fic here. I hope some folks enjoy. It takes place not long after the events of "Serenity" (the movie), and is in Screenplay format. Any questions, please feel free to e-mail me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating - Everyone&lt;br /&gt;Category - Action/Adventure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer - It all belongs to Joss Whedon. No infringement intended. Just doing this for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT. RUN-DOWN COTTAGE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pan around what appears to be the central room of a well-kept but fairly poor cottage. In one corner stands a hand-made Wing Chun wooden dummy. A few feet away hangs a well-worn, patched-up heavy bag. On a window sill rest several Bonzai trees of various dimensions. We see a kitchen in one corner with centuries-old appliances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A faint clicking sound can be heard, rhythm-less in nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CU of clean, calloused hands, one holding a pair of precise clippers, the other caressing a meticulously shaped Bonzai tree. The clippers move carefully, snipping off a minute portion of the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CU of Bonzai tree, slow clockwise pan. The tree is perfect in its imperfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CU of Right Ear, head tilts a fraction. We hear the slightest of noises in the otherwise silent home. A hint of a rumble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CU of Hands. The clippers are carefully laid down and the Bonzai tree is carried like a new-born child to the sill. A nearby spray bottle is picked up and the trees are lightly misted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT. RUN-DOWN COTTAGE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CU lower third of door to same house. It opens and a pair of worn-out soft leather boots step out. The door closes softly and the boots exit to left of frame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OVERHEAD VIEW of small town. Run-down cottage rests on the outskirts, separated by over 100 feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man is visible, though his face is too far away to focus on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CU of boots as they start to run away from town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man's POV angle up to see slight silhouette of ship breaking clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serenity's atmo thrusters shift position to slow its descent. Landing area is still miles away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man's body runs directly away from us, toward a hilly horizon where Serenity will apparently land.</content>
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