Audition Scene 2 (Basil Monologue)

Basil: The boy is dead, don't you see? Buddy Layman's gone. There's no tellin the weather. When he said it would rain we layed our fields in rows and we knew it would be a good season. You see, a man works, a man waits, and he hopes and plans, but it was the boy who told us the weather. And that boy...he was somethin. Somethin else for a fact. He couldn't talk for two cents or take the time to tie his shoes, but he seemed to know things you figured nobody knew. Without drillin rigs or men with machines -without nothin but a willow rod in his hands-Buddy Layman came onto my land in late spring and he set himself to witchin a well. Call it vein-findin, water-witchin, smellin, seekin or divinin,...the boy had a touch and a feel for water.