Summary: Loosely based on Exodus 3. Moses tells the police about a burning bush!
Style: Light-hearted.    Dur:  7min
Setting: Police station where the policeman answers the telephone.
Actors: 1M, 1M/F





P          Hello, Sinai Police station…

M         Oh! Hello, I want to report a fire.

P          Well if you could give me a few details sir…

M         Yes of course constable.

P          Er, Sargent actually sir.

M         I sorry Sargent!

P          What is your name sir?

M         Moses.

P          Okay Moses, is this a structural fire, a building, or a natural fire sir?

M         It’s a burning bush, Sargent.

P          Hmmm, a burning bush… Is it a big bush sir?

M         Well, quite big.

P          Quite big and burning…

M         Yes, and it’s a talking bush…

P          I beg your pardon sir, did you say a talking bush?

M         Yes.

(The Sargent calls to an unseen colleague “We got a right one here!”)

P          You met a burning bush, sir.. How did you meet?

M         Wel,l I was just minding my sheep – I’m a shepherd.

P          That’s apparent, sir.

M         I heard this voice calling from a burning bush…

P          Oh yes, not only was it a burning bush but also a talking bush too.

M         Yes. I was surprised as you are Sargent. I’ve never met a burning, talking bush before…

P          Neither have I, sir. Now if you don’t mind me asking, what was the burning bush saying?

M         It was saying: Take off your sandals.

P          Take off your sandals? Why should you do that, sir?

M         The bush said I was on Holy ground…

P          Oh, Holy ground… I see, well actually, I don’t see or understand any of this.

M         Neither did I until the bush gave me instructions.

P          Instructions sir. What instructions?

M         I have to go to Pharaoh and ask him to free the Jewish slaves…

P          Er, You’ll need an army to do that, sir.

M         No, I won’t.  God said, He would be with me.

P          God? Where did He come in?

M         He is in the burning bush…

P          In the burning bush? Do you mean Jehovah, the god of the Jews?

M         Yes. I’m a Jew but I was brought up in Pharaoh’s palace.

P          Bought up in Pharaoh’s palace? What are you doing out in the desert then?

M         Long ago I killed an Egyptian for bullying one of my fellow Jews and had to run away.

P          And now you want to go back and free the Jewish slaves.

M         Well, I wasn’t sure at first…

P          I’m not surprised…

M         But I must do what God has instructed me to do.

P          The bush, it’s way out in the desert?

M         Yes.

P          Doing no harm?

M         No, apart from the sheep.

P          The sheep are harmed?

M         Oh no, but you should smell this place after they…

P          Okay sir, I’ll take your word for it.

M         Thank you.

P          You realise that murder is a capital offence sir.

M         Yes, Sargent.

P          But as it was a long time ago, perhaps I won’t investigate the matter any further.

M         Thank you, Sargent.

P          To be honest Moses, I’m having difficulty understanding all this…

M         So am I!

P          But if you’ve been instructed by Jehovah Himself, you’d better carry out this assignment, and don’t worry about the burning bush.

M         Thank you, Sargent. Then I’ll be on my way. Goodbye.

P          Goodbye Moses, give my best regards to Pharaoh.

M         Good bye, Sargent.

(The Sargent hangs up the phone and calls to his unseen colleague)



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