Once upon a time a woman named Mary decided to write a play. A war was going on at that time and many people were sad so Mary wanted to make them laugh. Now Mary knew something about writing and she'd written plays before but she had a hard time writing this comedy. Not only is it hard to make people laugh when they're sad, it's hard to find time to write when you're raising three boys and freelancing to bring in a paycheck. (Mary's other plays had not been successful.) So in the evenings, when her boys were asleep, Mary scribbled away at her story. It was an unusual tale about a gentle man named Elwood who turns his conventional town upside down when he insists his best friend is a Celtic spirit, or pooka. A pooka that looks like a rabbit. A six-foot-three, tie-wearing rabbit.


Fifteen years passed before Mary published the story of Maureen and the wicked Messerman sisters and when it came out it was not a hit. It was not surprising since this story had no laughs and people want to cheer the hero and boo the villain, where they're not laughing. No one could believe this scary storywas written by the woman who created Harvey.
But Mary's two stories have one other thing in common; they look at what makes people change. Elwood's conventional family finally become more tolerant when they realize Elwood's eccentricities are part of what make him so kind. Decent treatment won't persuade the rotten Maureen so she has to learn the hard way that there is always someone stronger and meaner. Is there a bigger meaning? I'm not sure except never to try to predict or control what a good writer will come up with next. Just hang on and enjoy the ride.
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