SETTING: The stage is prepared for the audience to admire. There are trees. Behind the trees is the dim moon and all over around the trees are all sorts of rubbish. From behind the trees comes out a homeless, dirty beggar, silently and hopelessly scavenging through refuse. From time to time he stands and travels his palm on his back, obviously trying to locate the pain. He cannot find anything from the garbage, so again he has nothing to eat tonight. He picks plastic bags and wraps them around his bare feet. It is freezing cold tonight. Then he walks near to one of the trees (where a microphone is mounted) and, with teary eyes and exhausted mien, he shouts on the top of his lungs...LIFE IS A PILE OF GARBAGE!
Curtains close and lights go off.
Audience claps, their jewelry shaking and tinkling.
