Mona. You have a story. Tell me.
Noo. Sit beside me.
(Mona sits on rock other side of tree.)
Long years ago I was a boy.
Mona. How strange!
Noo. A little tiny boy, so high.
Mona. A change!
Noo. I had an uncle, and I was a prince.
My father died. He seized the throne.
(Mona starts,) You wince.