"That I will do gladly," cried the old soul, "but first you must have an author to write the scenario."
"That is easy," replied Gud. "There—I have created one. Speak to her, author, for the poor old soul was blind."
"So I see," answered the author, as he extracted a cigarette. "And she wants a story, I take it; but she has been blind and is probably illiterate, and can not read, and I never tell my stories as poets recite their verses—it is bad taste, you know."
"I will restore her literacy," offered Gud, who was in a miraculous mood, "and then she can read."
"It would be doing me no good," sighed the old soul, "for even if I could read the directions on patent medicine bottles because they are printed in so many languages, yet I could never read fiction stories on account of the quotation marks, and it's the pictures I want anyway."
"Oh, pictures," said the author, as he ignited his cigarette, "now that is a different matter; I create stories for the love of art, but moving pictures can not be created for the love of art, for there is no art in them to love."
"Since we are both creators," said Gud, "I don't like to dictate to you, so suppose we compromise. You write a poem for art's sake—as there is no other excuse for writing one—but put it in the form of a scenario."
"Now that is what I call clever!" exclaimed the author, and he whipped out his Corona and wrote the scenario forthwith.
What it was you shall never know, for movie scenarios could never get by heavenly censors without mutilation, and when the censors had done with this one there remained not even the mutilation. However, the author read it to the old soul.
"That is a fine scenario," cried she to Gud, "but you will have to make a director to make the picture out of the scenario."