Sissy and Yewina have been on their own for who knows how long exactly. Their rural community has been losing residents for years, but the almost-forgotten stories have lived on with the sisters in both fact and fantasy. When a folklorist shows up looking for answers, he gets more of a tale than he expected. Sisters Sissy and Yewina have been on their own for who knows how long exactly. It's just them (and their hens) in a weathered farmhouse miles from town. Their rural, woodsy East Coast community has been losing residents for years, but the almost-forgotten stories have lived on for the sisters in different ways. While Yewina is more guarded and level-headed, dreamer Sissy has a flair for twisting fact with fantasy. When Scott, a folklorist from Scottsdale, Arizona, shows up at their door in hopes of chronicling whispers, he's in for much more of a story than he expected. This unique and quirky ode to folklore storytelling and to small lives lived large illuminates how living our own truths can make us legends. "Magical, laugh-out-loud . . . a marvel of storytelling." "Mary-Colin Chisholm's loving and honest script is sure to delight rural Nova Scotians and city slickers alike." SISSY Why'd you come up here, all the way from the desert? SCOTT I didn't come straight here, I was in Toronto for awhile. SISSY Collecting Folkloreses? SCOTT Oh no, no, I was a drummer in my girlfriend's feminist alt-post-punk band, "The Fur Lined Teacups." SISSY (chuckle) ... teacups. But why'd you come here. SCOTT Well the band kinda kicked me out - said I was too bourgeois. SISSY So you came here? SCOTT I was in PEI for a while, working with my fiancée at the time, on a women's collective Emu farm. Anyhow, yeah, PEI - beautiful. Way too small though. Whoohee everybody knows everybody - SISSY So then you came here? SCOTT Yeah, came back here with a British woman I started seeing. She ran a summer theatre in the valley and I sort of fell into a job there- SISSY Acting? SCOTT Pumping the septic. You know... SISSY (pretending she knows) Theatre. SCOTT Yeah, but that ended. SISSY The theatre? SCOTT That too. But now here I am, only a thesis away from getting a Masters in Ethnology and Folklore. SISSY You've done so many difdrent things. That's amazing. SCOTT Is it? My folks say I can't stick to anything, but I think I'm on track now. It's been a long haul but I finally feel like I'm, like I'm a- SISSY Whacking balls on the freeway!?
 SCOTT What? Oh Golf! Fairway. But yeah, you could say that. YEW (entering) Well, it might be a transmission leak, I put a piece of cardboard down, we'll see in the morning. Sorry you won't get to meet Doc MacMaster, he's a nice old coot. SCOTT Yes I was looking forward to recording him, telling the legend of the deep channel mermaid. SISSY Legend? YEW Mermaid? SCOTT His letter mentioned a local legend of a fisherman who married a mermaid. SISSY Francis Bouchie? YEW Francis Bouchie? SCOTT That was the name, do you know it? SISSY It's not a legend. I told Doc MacMaster about it, why would he say it was a legend? YEW Having little strokes, probably. SISSY Oh right. Well. It happened, before our time but Francis Bouchie caught a mermaid in the channel. She was chasing the mackerel. He seen her in the water and thought she was a drowning girl-he grabbed her by the hair and hauled her up. She had long, long beautiful red seaweed hair and gold eyes, no white part all gold and her skin was as blue as October water and her bottom end was like a fish but covered in the softest seal fur-right Yewina? YEW That's what they say. SISSY Yup and I guess she was right nice to talk to so he brought her home. It was dark though when he'

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