Both characters are Mountain men, circa 1810-1830. Grey Paw is the older, more grizzled of the pair and his leathers should be well patched and highly decorated with beading. His beard should be streaked with gray and have longish dirty hair. Despite Grey Paw's ragged appearance, his weapons and traps should be well cared for. Johny is the 'young pup' of the group and his clothing and appearance is still very much 'eastern' in nature. His leathers are brand new and have very few decorations on them. But his socks should be in poor repair. Grey Paw should be sitting center stage preparing his tools for the next day
From offstage a loud crack sounds startling GREY PAW. GREY PAW holds up his black powder gun and aims wildly into the audience.
GREY PAW: Well, who's out there? C'mon, show yerselves! Ya don't want me ta be aimin' at nuttin' vital ya know. squints and laughs.
JOHNY from stage left: Dun fire! It's jest me!
GREY PAW: Aww, geez Johny, dun scare me like tha no more! Ya know we ain't in friendly territory in these parts. 'Specially afta ya made a yer intentions clear of a courtin' the Chief's daughter! I'd really prefer ta keep meself alive fer the next rendezvous. Where'd ya wander off to anyways?
JOHNY: Well, there was this beaver dam 'nd I figured I could outwit a beaver.
GREY PAW mumbles: Foolish young pup...
JOHNY sits down on a rock, takes off his boots, starts to clean his black powder gun. After several beats, GREY PAW sniffs the air.
GREY PAW: Johny! Do ya smell sumthin'?
JOHNY: No sir, Grey Paw, shore don't!
GREY PAW: Ya dun't?
JOHNY: Nope, what's it smell like?
GREY PAW: Whatcha mean, 'wha's it smell like?' It smells like those there rotten aigs we tried to eat yesterday!
JOHNY laughs and shakes his head as he continues to work: Grey Paw, mebbe its jest yer nose.
GREY PAW stands and walks closer to JOHNY: How can ya not smell it?
JOHNY shrugs: I ain't real shore Grey Paw. I figure its jest another trick yer tryin' to pull on me fer a good laugh at the rendezvous.
GREY PAW pinches his nose closed: WHHHOOOO-WHHHHEEEE! I woulda guess it was a skunk tha found yer supplies. How can ya NOT smell it? Looks around for the source of the stench
JOHNY shrugs as he continues to clean. His big toe sticking through his sock.
GREY PAW: HMPH! It's over here somewhere. Continues to look, searching through his gear before looking through JOHNY's gear. It takes several minutes before he comes upon JOHNY's boots.
JOHNY: Grey Paw? What are ya lookin' fer?
GREY PAW: Tha' smell! Sniffs hard and suspiciously picks up a boot and inhales deeply. He starts to cough hard JOHNY!
JOHNY looks up: WHA?
GREY PAW: How did ya make yer boot smell like tha?! Holds the offending boot an arm's length away Geez, Johny! I thought ya wanted to court tha gal...not scare her off wit' this. Waves the boot around
JOHNY blushes and rubs the back of his neck: Awww, Grey Paw! It ain't tha bad is it?
GREY PAW snorts: Well, lets jest say I finally found a name tha was fittin' fer ya out here.
JOHNY: Oh no...
GREY PAW: Oh yes. From here on out, young pup, ya shall be forever known as...SKUNKFOOT! Fer the stench tha comes from yer foot can drive away any man or beast...but mebbe not no skunks. 'Cause I hear they like tha smell.
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