Into The Woods as musicals

Prologue: Into the Woods

Third Person POV

Once upon a time, in a far off kingdom, there lay a small village at the edge of the woods...

A girl with short brown hair and dirty hands gathers kindling for a fire. "I wish..." she says, wiping a bead of sweat off her forehead. "More than anything..."

...And in this village, lived a young maiden...

The maiden hauls. the kindling under her arms to the back of her house. "More than life... more than jewels..."

A different girl with blonde hair tugs on a rope.

...A carefree young girl...

The blonde is zoned out as she attempts to bring her purely white cow toward her house. "I wish..." She sighs, "More than life."

A brown haired young man pounds his fists into a ball of dough, in attempt to knead it.

...And a childless baker...

Another young man with black hair takes the kneaded dough and places it into the oven. "I wish..." They say in unison.

...With his husband...

"More than anything..."  The brown haired man groans.

"More than the moon..." His husband huffs.

"I wish..." They sigh.

The brunette begins to scrub a big pot, "The king is giving a festival."

The baker's husband rolls out more dough, while the baker fuels the oven with hot coals. "More than life..."

The blonde sits on a stool inside her small cottage, trying to milk her cow, with no luck. "I wish..."

The brunette dries the pot, "I wish to go to the festival-"

The couple continues to make and prepare bread. "More than riches..."

The short haired girl puts the pot away. "-and the ball..."

The blonde haired girl throws her head back in annoyance. "I wish my cow would give us some milk."

The baker's husband starts to lift a heavy bag of flour. "More than anything..." The baker takes the bread out of the oven carefully. "I wish we had a child."

The blonde leans her shoulder against the cow, still trying to milk her. "Please pal..."

The blacked haired man's hands now covered in flour, "I just want a child."

The blonde keeps trying, frustrated. "Squeeze pal..."

The brown haired girl starts scrubbing the floor, in front of a large fireplace. "I wish to go to the festival."

"I wish you'd give us some milk, or even cheese..." The blonde mutters.

"I wish we might have a child." The black haired man sighs.