Why Ants Are Everywhere

Puppets needed: 2 ants (one with crown), bird or any other animal puppet, king (could be a lion or a man), Stick puppet worm,          Stick puppet “crowd”

 Narrator: Did you know that once ants only lived in a certain area? This is the story of why ants now live all over the world.

 Ant: A feast! A feast to honor the King! And all creatures are invited! Oh, I want to go! I must hurry! (Ant crosses stage slowly)

 Narrator: And so Ant hurried off to go to the feast. But try as he might, he could not keep up with the other animals becuase he was so small. Soon he was left far behind.

Bird: Ant, come ON! You are so slow! I’m not waiting for you, becuase if I do there won’t be any food left for me by the time we get there.

(Animal goes off stage)

 Ant: I’m going as fast as I can. Save some of the cake for me–please?

Narrator: But Bird was gone, and didn’t hear ant’s plea. Ant plodded on, and at last he came to the Palace, and knocked on the door.

 (King and “crowd” enter the stage)

 King:  Well, look who finally arrived! About time! What did you do, take a nap on the way? Everyone is just about ready to leave, and here you are just arriving!

 Ant: I can’t help it if I’m small. I came as fast as I could…..Is there any cake left?

Crowd: Cake? Why, the cake was eaten up ages ago. You are far too late for cake! You might find a few oickles, or look in the trash for some cake crumbs–good enough for the likes of you!

 Narrator: Ant sighed and dropped his head.

 Ant:  It was a very long trip for me. I’d better just start back right now.

 Narrator: and Ant turned and began the long journey home.

(Ant travels across the stage, and exits)

 (Queen and Ant enter stage as if in conversation)

 When he got home Ant told the Queen Ant what had happened to him, and how the King and all the others had laughed at him.

 Queen: Laughed at you, did he? Well, we’ll see about that. I have a plan. Here is what we must do. First, call Inchworm to me. He can help us with this.

 ( Inchworm enters stage)

 Inchworm: You called, Your Majesty?

 Queen: Yes Inchworm, we need your help. Ant was made fun of very unfairly, and I have a plan to set the matter straight.

 Narrator: And she whispered in Inchworm’s ear.

 Inchworm: Ah, yes! Very good, Your Majesty. I’ll get right on it.

 Narrator: Inchworm hurried away to the King’s palace.

(Inchworm moves across the stage and exits)

 (King enters stage)

(Inchworm enter stage and moves up the King’s arm)

 The King was sitting on his throne and did not notice the little worm crawling up his sleeve and …INTO HIS EAR!

 King: YOWWWW! Something is tickling me in my ear!!! Help!!! Royal Doctor!! Help!!!

 (Crowd enters stage as Inchworm vanishes behind the King)

 Narrator: But Inchworm stayed put. The Royal doctor and all the King’s wise men could not get the tickle out of the King’s ear. Word of the King’s great problem made its way back to the Queen Ant.

 King and Crowd exit, Queen and Ant enter stage.

 Queen: Now, Ant, you must go to the King’s palace once again. Tell the King that you can solve his problem. Then crawl onto the King’s shoulder and whisper to Inchworm to come out.

 Ant: Oh, yes, Your Majesty, and thank you for helping me!

 (Queen leaves stage, and ant hurries away)

 (Enter king, crowd and Ant)

 King: (giggling tiredly) So, you think you can help me? How can a little ant do anything to help a great King such as I?

 Ant: Please let me try. I am small, but I am mighty. I think I can get rid of your tickle.

 King: (still giggling): Oh very well! ANYTHING to end this DREADFUL tickle!

 (Ant begins climbing King’s arm)

 Narrator: Ant hurriedly climbed up the King’s arm, and then whispered:

 Ant: Inchworm! Can you hear me? It’s time to come out now. The Queen sent me to tell you.

 Inchworm: Very well, Ant. Out I come!

 (Inchworm appears behind King’s shoulder, and disappears offstage. Ant moves back down King’s arm)

 King: It’s gone! It’s gone! Oh Ant, how can I ever thank you! This is a miracle!

 Ant: It was nothing, Your Majesty. But sometimes we little creatures see what the large and mighty do not.

 King: How right you are, Ant. I know, I will issue a proclamation. TADA!!

Listen, everyone (facing audience) From this day forward, ants will live not only in this small country but all over the world. This is because the ants have shown me what very useful and wise creatures they are. Now all countries will benefit from the presence of ants!

 Narrator: And that is how it has been from that day on. So if you see an ant at your next picnic, remember that although they are small, ants are mighty indeed!

The End.

I believe this story is African in origin. It was the first puppet show I wrote and I did not document where I found it, unfortunately. If anyone has any information about the story, I would appreciate your input.  Susanna

cSusanna Holstein 1997

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Little Blue Riding Hood

LITTLE BLUE RIDING HOOD

by Nancy Whetstone

 

(Puppets- A Boy and a Girl.)

Benny:  Once upon a time…

Jenny:  (Enters)  Benny, are you talking to yourself?

Benny:  No, I was going to tell the kids a story, until my annoying sister came along.

Jenny:  You don’t have any other sisters, and I know you aren’t talking about me!  Can I listen?

Benny:  Sure, Jenny, if you promise not to interrupt all the time.

Jenny:  Who, me?  I can’t believe the things you’re saying about me!  I’m always so sweet and kind and helpful and…

Benny:  Jenny!  Let me tell my story!  The kids don’t have all day!

Jenny:  Oh, sorry, kids.  Go ahead, Benny.  What story are you telling?

Benny:  Little Blue Riding Hood.

Jenny:  Don’t you mean “Little Red Riding Hood”?

Benny:  I suppose so.  So anyway, once upon a time there was a girl named Little Green Riding Hood.

Jenny:  Red.

Benny:  Yes, I’ve read the story.  Now don’t interrupt.

Jenny:  That’s not what I meant.  You called her Little Green Riding Hood, but her name was really Little Red Riding Hood.

Benny:  Picky, picky.  What’s the difference?  I like green better than red anyway.

Jenny:  So do I, but you should tell the story the way it really is.

Benny:  Oh, all right.  Have it your way.  One day Little RED Riding Hood went to school with a bushel of apples for her teacher.

Jenny:  No! No! No!

Benny:  What?  I called her Little RED Riding Hood like you wanted.

Jenny:  But you got everything else wrong.  She was supposed to go to her grandmother’s house with a basket of cakes.

Benny:  Oh, all right.  Little RED Riding Hood went to her GRANDMOTHER’S house.  And on the way she met a giraffe.

Jenny:  A WHAT???

Benny:  A giraffe.  You know, those funny-lookin’ things with the looooong necks.

Jenny:  I know what a giraffe is.  But that’s not what Little Red Riding Hood met.

Benny:  Of course it wasn’t.  It was a rhinoceros.

Jenny:  No.  Not a giraffe or a rhinoceros.

Benny:  A skunk?

Jenny:  I thought you knew this story.  She definitely did NOT meet a skunk.

Benny:  Good.  Because skunks stink!  Peee-yoooo!

Jenny:  (Sighing)  Benny, Little Red Riding Hood met a wolf.

Benny:  Oh, yeah.  And the wolf says to Little Purple Riding Hood…

Jenny:  Little RED Riding Hood!

Benny:  Right.  He says, “How now, brown cow?”

Jenny:  No, he did NOT! The wolf said, “What do you have in your basket, little girl?”

Benny:  Correct!  I was just testing you.  And after the wolf said whatever you said he said, Little Orange Riding Hood…

Jenny:  Little RED Riding Hood…

Benny:  Yeah, yeah, yeah.  Anyway she says “I have a whole mess of rotten broccoli in my basket, want some?”

Jenny:  (Groans)  Oh, come on Benny, she did not!

Benny:  Look, Jenny, are you telling this story or am I?

Jenny:  You are, but just tell it right!  She had cakes in her basket!!  Cakes!!

Benny:  Oh, all right.  Cakes.  So then the dragon says…

Jenny:  Dragon?  What dragon?  It was a wolf.

Benny:  Right.  And the wolf burst into song.  “Happy Birthday to you, happy birthday to you…”

Jenny:  Why on earth would the wolf sing “Happy Birthday”?

Benny:  ‘Cause, you said her basket was full of birthday cakes.

Jenny:  I did NOT say her basket was full of BIRTHDAY CAKES!!!  I said they were cakes, just ordinary, everyday cakes!!  Benny, you can’t tell a story for anything!  You’ve got these kids so mixed up, they probably think you’re out of your mind!

Benny:  Fine, then, Miss Smarty Pants.  YOU tell a story!

Jenny:  OK, I will.  Hmmm.  Which one should I tell?  Maybe the one about the brother and sister who get lost in the woods, Hansel and Google?  No, I’ll tell about the beautiful girl who lives in the forest with a bunch of little men, you know, Snow White and the Seventeen Short Guys.  No, I’ll tell my favorite story of all, the one about the boy who trades his cow for magic beans, Jack and the Beanbag.  Or, I could tell the tale of Puss in Sneakers, or Sleeping Ugly or…

Benny:  Now you’re just being silly, I’m leaving.  (Leaves stage.)

Jenny:  Guess he can dish it out but he can’t take it, huh kids?  (Giggles and leaves stage.)

THE END

 c Nancy Whetstone

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There’s a Monster Under My Bed!

cSusanna Holstein 2003

This is a fun show to present. You can follow the program by handing out bottles of “Monster Spray” which is really just water in a bottle. Advise the children to use the spray under their beds, in closets, etc to keep monsters out.

We once mixed up all kinds of juices, pop, etc, in a big bowl to make our monster spray. Then, while the children decorated the labels, volunteers took the mix out of the room and filled bottles with clear water. The children thought the mix had magically turned color–or pretended they thought so anyway!

 Puppets: boy, woman, monster 1 and monster 2

Props: bed, window                       

Narrator: It was bedtime. Sammy hated bedtime—you know why? Because every night, as soon as his mother left the room, MONSTERS started making noises under his bed. Now you probably don’t have this problem at your house. But Sammy did, and it was a BIG problem for him.

Mother: Goodnight, Sammy.

Sammy: Aw, do I have to go to bed now? Can’t you tell me one more story? Please?

Mother: No, Sammy. We’ve already read 23 books and I’ve told you 6 stories. We read Where the Wild Things Are, Goldilocks, Make Way for Ducklings….

Sammy: Yeah, but we didn’t read Green Eggs and Ham! Read Green Eggs and Ham. Please, Mom!

Mother: No, it’s time for you to go to sleep, Sammy.

Sammy: But Mom, I have to read 50 books for the library so I can win my t-shirt! That’s only 27 more. We could get it done tonight! Then I could get my shirt at the library tomorrow when we go there for storytime!

Mother: That’s a good try, Sammy, but it’s not working. We have all summer to read those books. Let’s save some for another night. Now, you lie down and close your eyes. You’ll be asleep in no time. You’ll see. Then tomorrow we’ll go to the library and you can watch the puppet show! You know you like puppet shows.

Sammy: Oh…okay. I can’t wait to see the puppet show. And I like storytime. Do you know what the puppet show is going to be?

Mother: No, but I think the storytime is about monsters.

Sammy: Monsters! Did you say MONSTERS?!

Mother: Yes, dear. Won’t that be fun? Now, good night. Sleep tight!

(She leaves the stage)

 Sammy: Mom! Mommmmmy!!!

(no answer)

Sammy: Oh no. She’s gone. They’re going to come, I just know it. They always come after it gets dark.

(Monster 1 appears under the bed)

 

Monster: (sort of singing) Oh Sammy, I’m heeee-re. Can you hear me, Sammy? It’s me, that terrible monster that scares you so much. Grrrrr…

Sammy: Go away! Go away! MMMMMOOOOOOMMMMM!

(Mother comes back onstage, monsters disappears)

 Mother: Sammy! What on earth are you yelling about?

Sammy: The monster! He’s here, Mommy, he’s here. Save me!

Mother: Silly boy. There’s nothing here. You’re just imagining things.

Sammy: No! He’s under my bed! Look under my bed!

Mother: (bending over to look under the bed)

There’s nothing here, Sammy. Just some dirty socks, a toy….

Sammy: Nothing? You’re sure?

Mother: Absolutely sure. Now, go to sleep. Good night!

Sammy: But…but…but…..

(Mother leaves the stage)

 Sammy: Did I imagine that monster? Maybe I did…

 

(Monster 2 appears under the bed)

 

Monster 2: Oh, Sammy! Guess who’s here, It’s me, monster #2. You knew I’d come, didn’t you?

 

Sammy: Go away! Go away! No, I didn’t know you’d come, and I don’t want you under my bed! Go away!

 

(Mother comes back onstage, and Monster disappears)

 

Mother: Samuel Sebastian Sylvester Stegosaurus Smith! WHAT is all this noise about!

Sammy: Monsters!!! Monsters under my bed!!

Mother: (looks under the bed) There are NO monsters under you bed, Sammy. None—Nada—Nothing—not any, not never, not NO MONSTERS UNDER YOUR BED? Do you understand me? If I hear one more sound out of you, we won’t go to the library tomorrow. Understand? Now—GO TO SLEEP!

(She leaves, angry)

 

Sammy: (to audience) Uh…she sure is mad isn’t she? But I know they were under there. Did you see them? All right…I’m getting pretty tired of this. These monsters are getting me in trouble with my Mom! I’m not going to miss storytime because of some ol’ monster!

(He looks around) Monsters! Monsters! I know you’re in here somewhere! Come out this minute! I mean it. You’re getting me in trouble, and I’M GETTING ANGRY!!!!

(Monsters come out)

 

Monster 1: Don’t be mad, Sammy! We were just having fun with you. We like to play! And scaring you is fun!

Sammy: Oh yeah? Fun, huh? Well, you just got me in trouble with my Mom. If I don’t get to sleep, I can’t go to storytime tomorrow and see the puppet show, and it’s all YOUR fault!

Monster 2: Aw, gee, I LIKE storytime. They’re supposed to talk about monsters tomorrow. I want to go!

Sammy: Well, none of us will go if you guys keep bothering me and keeping me awake.

Monster 1: (crying) I wanna go to storytime! I wanna go to storytime!

Monster 2: SHHHH! His Mommy will come back in here! Then we’ll ALL be in trouble!

Monster 1: (sniffing) I’m sorry, I forgot. I just don’t want to miss storytime…. (starts crying again, but quietly)

 

Sammy: Listen, guys, I didn’t mean to upset you. I’ll make a deal with you. I’ll be quiet if you promise to quit scaring me. Then we can all go to the library tomorrow.

Monster 2: Okay! That’s a good deal!

Sammy: Now, go back under the bed, and be quiet!

Monster 1: Do we have to? It’s scary under there. And there’s some dirty socks that smell REALLY bad!

Monster 2: Yeah, and lots of spooky dust! Don’t you ever clean under there? I don’t wanna go under the bed.  (Whining) Please don’t make me go under the bed!

Sammy: Oh, all right. I’ll tell you what. You can sleep up here with me. I’ll even share my pillow with you. Will THAT make you happy?

Monsters 1 and 2: Oh yeah! Yes! Perfect! Thank you!

Sammy: Okay, okay. Now…let’s GET SOME SLEEP!

Narrator: And that’s exactly what they did. From that night on, Sammy never worried about monsters under his bed, and the monsters never had to worry about that scary dust or stinky socks again.

The End

 

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Spring Has Sprung in Clover Meadow

 by Nancy Whetstone

Puppets:  Rachel Raccoon, Wordy Bird, Lacey Lamb

WORDY BIRD:  Spring has sprung, the grass is riz.  I wonder where the flowers is?  (Leaves stage.)

RACHEL:  (enters)  Wow!  What a glorious spring day!  I can’t believe that just last month, it was still winter!  Clover meadow was nothing but snow!  Now, the sun is out, and everything is turning green!

LACEY:  (enters)  Hi, Rachel.  I’ve been looking for you!

RACHEL:  Hi, Lacey, what do you need?

LACEY:  Well, there’s this crazy bird running around, reciting bad poetry.  We must put a stop to it.

RACHEL:  Oh.  I was hoping you might want to frolic a little with me here in the meadow.

LACEY:  Frolic?  At a time like this?  I tell you, this is important!  There’s stinky verse afoot!

RACHEL:  Oh, Lacey, why worry about your stinky feet?  The sun’s shining, the birds are singing!  Nature in all its glory is abounding all around us!

LACEY:  I’m not talking about my stinky feet, Rachel.  I mean, I don’t have stinky feet, I have hooves, and they don’t stink and…oh, never mind!  I thought you were smart, Rachel.  I’m disappointed in you!

RACHEL:  I’m sorry, Lacey.  I must have spring fever or something, it’s making me silly.  What were you saying?

LACEY:  I WAS SAYING there’s this nutty bird running around reciting BAD POETRY!  It’s awful!  He must be stopped at once!

RACHEL:  Really?  How funny!

LACEY:  It is most certainly NOT funny!!  This is a poetic emergency we have here!  As president of the Lambs of Literature, I’m aghast at this travesty!

RACHEL:  You’re a what at the who?

LACEY:  Rachel!  You are being unreasonable!

RACHEL:  I can’t help it—it’s Springtime in Clover Meadow!  Look at the flowers!  The tiny bright green leaves on the trees!  Smell the sweet breezes!  Oh, I can’t stand it!  Come on, Lacey, let’s frolic!!

LACEY:  Rachel!  I absolutely, positively will NOT frolic with you!  You simply must get ahold of yourself!  We have a problem here, a serious problem that must be remedied!

RACHEL:  Aw, remedied blemedied.  C’mon!  Look at that clover patch over there, Lace ol’ girl!  I betcha it’s sweet and juicy!  This place isn’t called clover meadow for nothing, you know!

LACEY:  Mmmm.  Clover, huh?  It does smell nice and fresh…but NO!  I will not stop to eat any clover until this injustice to the English language is fixed!  It’s my job as the President of the…

RACHEL:  Lacey.  Girlfriend.  Look at the sunshine, the dewy green grass!  It’s your job as a lamb to eat it.  Just like it’s my job as a raccoon to go play by the pond!  We are meadow creatures, not presidents of the Loopy Language Loo-loos or whatever.  Meadow creatures frolic in the spring!  That’s what we as meadow creatures do best!  See those bunny rabbits over there?

LACEY:  Yes, I see the silly rabbits.

RACHEL:  They aren’t silly!  They’re bunnies!  They’re nibbling and frolicking, like bunnies do.  They’re nibbling on your clover, by the way.

LACEY:  My clover!  Oh no they are NOT!  That’s my sweet, dreamy fresh clover!  How dare they eat my clover?  Are they out of their carrot-munching minds?

RACHEL:  Maybe, Lacey, my friend.  Maybe they have spring fever.  Maybe I have it, and the bunnies have it, and those squirrels over there chasing each other around have it, and maybe, just maybe, that crazy poetry-reciting bird you keep baa-baaing about  has it, too.  Think about it, Lacey.  The only one who doesn’t have spring fever seems to be…well, you, Lacey Lamb!  I’m not sure, but I think you may be breaking some kind of law or something.

LACEY:  What!  Me break a law?  That’s completely ridiculous!  You’ve got to be kidding me!  Just because the rest of you are acting like silly furry woodland animals…

RACHEL:  I prefer meadow creatures.

LACEY:  Meadow creatures, my wooly foot.  You’re just being silly.

RACHEL:  Exactly!  And the fireflies over there zooming around the lovely pond, and the frogs ribbiting on the lily pads, and the fish flipping in the sun looking very yummy I might add…they’re silly too!  Silly with happiness, because this is a beautiful, glorious wonderful green fresh spring day in our pretty little meadow, and you, funny little lambie-poo, should be, too!  You should be frolicking and cavorting and skipping and jumping and playing with me and all your meadow creature friends!  Now, come on, Lacey, let’s play!!

(Wordy bird appears.)

WORDY BIRD:  Jump and play your life away, run in the sun and have some fun!  Summer will be hot and dry, fall is always wet and hazy, winter’s so boring you could cry…

LACEY:  And springtime makes my best friend crazy.  Okay, okay, I give up.  Let’s frolic.

RACHEL:  Really?  You mean it?

LACEY:  I guess so.  I mean, here’s that silly bird, right here.  I guess I don’t have to find it anymore.

RACHEL:  That’s right.  There it is, right in front of you.  Catch it!

LACEY:   Uhm, I can’t.

RACHEL:  Why not?  It’s just standing there with a funny look on its face.  Grab it!

LACEY:  Well, I can’t.  I mean, I could, but then what would I do with it?

RACHEL:  Wellll, it is standing awfully still.  You could tag it.

LACEY:  Tag it?  What do you mean, tag it?

RACHEL:  Like this.  (Touches Lacey) Tag.  You’re it!  (Runs offstage.)

LACEY:  I’m what?  Oh, I’m gonna get you!  (leaves stage)

WORDY BIRD:  Gotta run, have some fun!  See you later, alligator.  (leaves stage)

(Lacey re-enters)

LACEY:  Well, that’s the end, my friend!

THE END

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The Luck of the Irish

By Nancy Whetstone

(Puppets:  Lamb, Frog, and Lucky, the dog.  Props:  An iris, a picture of an ibis, and a shamrock.)

LAMB:  Hi!  I’m here to talk to you about something that happens every spring.  It’s called St. Patrick’s day, and…(Frog enters)

FROG:  (holding a picture of an iris)  Hi, Lamb!  Whatcha doing?

LAMB:  Oh, hi Frog.  I was just telling the kids about Spring, and St. Patrick’s day.  What’s that you’re holding?

FROG:  Oh, this?  (Lamb nods)  This is an iris.  Isn’t it pretty?

LAMB:  Yes, it is.  Why are you holding an iris?  Are you going to give it to your mom?

FROG:  Well, I guess she’d like that, but I was going to keep it for myself.

LAMB:  Why?

FROG:  Well, you know.  So I could have the luck of the iris.

LAMB:  The luck of the iris?  I never heard of that.  I don’t think irises are good luck.

FROG:  Really?  Hmmm.  Maybe I was wrong.  I’ll see you later, Lamb.

LAMB:  O.K., Frog.  (Frog leaves stage)  Anyway, kids.  What was I saying?  Oh, yes.  I was going to talk to you about something that happens every spring.  It’s called St. Patrick’s day, and on this special day people wear green and have fun parties and…(Frog enters)

FROG:  (holding a picture of an ibis)  Hi, Lamb!

LAMB:  Frog, you interrupted me again!

FROG:  Oh, sorry, Lamb.

LAMB:  That’s OK, Frog.  You know I always have time to talk to my best friend.  The kids don’t mind.

FROG:  Well, thanks, Lamb.  You’re my best friend, too!

LAMB:  That’s good to know, Frog.  So, what are you holding now?

FROG:  Oh, this?  (Lamb nods)  This is a bird called an ibis.  They’re very lucky.  I couldn’t catch a real one, so I have this picture.

LAMB:  Ibises are lucky?  (Frog nods)  Who told you that?

FROG:  Nobody told me that.  I mean, I overheard some people talking about having the luck of the ibis, so I got a picture of an ibis.  I hope it’s as lucky as the real thing.

LAMB:  Well, I’m just a lamb, so maybe I’m wrong, but I’m pretty sure there’s no such thing as a lucky ibis.

FROG:  Really?  Hmmmm.  Maybe I’m wrong again.  I’ll see you later, Lamb.

LAMB:  O.K., Frog.  (Frog leaves stage)  Anyway, kids.  What was I saying?  Oh, yes.  I was going to talk to you about something that happens every spring.  It’s called St. Patrick’s day, and on this special day people wear green and have fun parties and people from Ireland celebrate it as their very own holiday…(Frog enters)

FROG:  Lamb, sorry to interrupt.  But this is driving me crazy.

LAMB:  What, Frog?

FROG:  Well, I can’t figure out what the people were saying was lucky.  I don’t think it’s an iris.  Even though it’s a pretty flower, I stubbed my toe when I was carrying it, and I don’t think that’s lucky.

LAMB:  No, that doesn’t sound lucky to me.

FROG:  And then I had the picture of the ibis.  And it didn’t seem like it was lucky because my mom got angry at me because I tracked mud on the floor.  Maybe you have to catch a real ibis or something. (Dog enters)

LUCKY:  Hi, my name is Lucky.  I heard you talking about ibises.  I don’t think you want to catch one.

FROG:  Why not?

LUCKY:  Because they might want to catch YOU!

FROG:  Why would an ibis want to catch me?

LUCKY:  Because I think an ibis might eat a frog for lunch.  I think you want to stay away from them!

FROG:  Yes, you are right!  I will stay away from them!  Oh, well.  I guess I’ll never have any luck.

LAMB:  Well, your name is Lucky.  Are you a lucky dog?

LUCKY:  Yes, I suppose I am a lucky dog.  In fact, I was born on St. Patrick’s day, and I have a wonderful family who loves me very much.  My family is Irish, so having a dog born on St. Patrick’s day was special to them, and they always say they’re lucky to have me, too.  Well, I’d better go, nice meeting you.  Good luck finding good luck!!  (Lucky leaves stage)

FROG:  Hey!!  That’s what it was!

LAMB:  What, Frog?

FROG:  That’s what those people were talking about.  It wasn’t the luck of the iris, or the luck of the ibis.  It was the luck of the Irish!!  Whatever that means.

LAMB:  I’m not sure, Frog.  But I know you are already lucky.

FROG:  Really?  (Lamb nods)  Why do you say that?

LAMB:  Well, you don’t have to wear green on St. Patrick’s day, for instance.  You’re already green.  I get all my wool shaved off in the spring, and I look silly.  You don’t have wool, so you look the same all the time.  Plus, you can swim really well, and catch flies with your tongue.  Nobody else can do that.

FROG:  True, true.  But I wish I were really, really lucky.  (Lucky enters holding a shamrock)

LUCKY:  Hi, Frog.  I have something for you.

FROG:  What, Lucky?

LUCKY:  It’s a shamrock, which is a four-leaf clover, and people say it’s good luck.

LAMB:  Is it good luck, Lucky?

LUCKY:  I don’t know for sure.  But I do know one thing.

FROG:  What’s that, Lucky?

LUCKY:  You two are the luckiest animals I know.

LAMB:  Why do you say that, Lucky?

LUCKY:  Because you both have an awesome best friend.  I wish I had friends as great as you two.

FROG:  Well, Lucky, today is your lucky day!

LUCKY:  Why?

LAMB:  Because you’re our new friend!!

LUCKY:  Wow!  I guess I do have the luck of the Irish!

THE END

Copyright © 2010 Nancy Whetstone

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The Christmas Spider

(a puppet show based on an old legend) c Susanna Holstein, 2001

This one is fun because the audience can sing along with the puppets. If you like, a craft activity could follow the show–making spiders or ornaments, etc would fit nicely with the story.

 Puppets needed: old woman, boy, girl, dog, cat                            

Props: bare tree, decorated tree, spider web, bag of cookie 

Narrator: Once a long time ago, there lived an old woman that was called Tante by all the children in her village. Tante means Aunt in German, and they called her that because she was from Germany, and she was well loved by everyone who knew her.

 Tante: Ah, Christmas is coming again. I wonder now, how many times have I celebrated Christmas? Hmmm….. I don’t think I could count them all! Oh well, it’s time to start cleaning this messy house! Even if it is only one room, it sure does get messy.

Wake up, Dog! Can’t you see it’s time to clean for Christmas?

 Dog: Rowf! Okay, I’ll get out of your way. (He runs off stage)

 Tante: Wake up, Cat! I’ve got to clean in here!

 Cat: Meow! Very well, I’ll leave if I’m not wanted here. (She walks offstage)

 Tante: Good, now the house is all mine, and I can get to work. (She moves around on stage, and things on the stage floor disappear behind the stage as if she is “cleaning”)

 Tante: There, that looks a lot better. Now I’ve got to go and fetch Christmas!

(She walks off stage. Curtain closes)

 (Curtain up)

 (Tante is standing onstage with a bare Christmas tree.)

 Tante: My, isn’t this a pretty tree! I think it’s the best one I’ve ever had—but then, I say that every year. I’ll decorate it as soon as….

 (There is a knock offstage)

 Tante: Oh my! Someone is at the door! I wonder who it could be?

(She moves to stage right. Two children enter).

 Tante: Well hello, and Merry Christmas to you!

 Children: Merry Christmas, Tante! We came by to sing some songs with you, and to bring you these cookies.

 Tante: Well, isn’t that nice! Thank you. What shall we sing?

 (Children put down the package of cookies)

 Boy: Let’s sing Jingle Bells!

 Tante: Good idea! Can you people out there in the audience join us in this song?

 (Everyone sings Jingle Bells)

 Tante: That was fun! What else shall we sing?

 Girl: My favorite is Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer. Can we sing that?

 Tante: Sure! Is everyone ready?

 (Everyone sings Rudolph)

 Boy: Oh my, Tante! We’ve been having so much fun we didn’t notice how late it is! We have to leave now. Have a nice Christmas!

 Tante: Thank you, thank you. I will!

 (Children leave)

 Tante: Goodness, look how late it is, and I still need to decorate my tree! And look! I missed those cobwebs up in the corner. I’ll have to get my broom and clean them out.

But first, I need to share these cookies with my two best friends.

Cat! Dog! Come on in and have some Christmas with me!

 (The animals come onstage)

 Tante: Isn’t the tree beautiful? It will be just lovely when I get it decorated. Would you like some cookies?

 (Curtain goes down as Tante reaches for the bag of cookies. While curtain is down, trade undecorated tree for the decorated one.)

 (Curtain rises and Tante comes onstage. She stops to stand and look at her tree.)

 Tante: What a lovely sight! There is nothing as pretty as a Christmas tree with all its decorations. Oh dear! I forgot to clean out those cobwebs! I’ll get them just as soon as I take a little nap. This has been such as busy day, and I am so tired….

 (She lays down and immediately starts to snore.  Curtains down)

 (While curtain is down, put cobwebs on the tree and put it back onstage.)

 (Curtain up)

 Tante sits up and rubs her eyes. She moves closer to the tree and rubs them again. She can’t believe what she sees.

Tante: I can’t believe this! Who came and made my tree so beautiful! I’ve never, ever seen such a wonderful sight! This is a miracle!

 Narrator: It was then that Tante remembered that she had not swept the spiders out of the corners of the room before she fell asleep. She realized that it was the spiders that had come and decorated her tree with their lovely webs because for once she had not chased them out into the cold winter night.

 Tante: From now on, the spiders will always be a part of my Christmas tree! I want them to come every year and spin their magic for me on Christmas. Cat! Dog! Come look at my tree!

 (Dog and Cat come onstage. The three of them stand looking at the tree)

 Tante (turning to audience): I hope your Christmas is as happy and beautiful as mine. Let’s sing a song together one more time. How about “We wish you A Merry Christmas!”

(Everyone sings and the curtain goes down at the end of the song.)

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Why Frogs Have No Tails

(or Nyame’s Well)

Ashanti folktale adaptation by Susanna Holstein

Puppets needed: frog, lion, monkey, elephant. We made a tail from felt and used tape to attach it to the frog. When it was time to be pulled off the tail, it came off easily. Experiment to see what works best for you.

Backdrop can be just black, or solid blue or green, or could be a savanna scene. We used no other props, but props could be added. Other animals can be added to the script as we,, depending on how long you need the play to be.

Narrator: One upon a time, long, long ago, when the animals talked and people could understand them, the frog had a long, beautiful tail.

Frog: Oh my! Just look at my long, beautiful tail! Isn’t it wonderful? Have you ever seen a tail as lovely as mine? Elephant! Oh, Elephant!!

(Elephant comes onstage)

Elephant: What do you want, Frog? You’re not going to brag about your tail again, are you?

Frog: Brag? Of course not! But honestly, have you ever seen a tail as marvelous as mine? I mean, have you really?

Elephant: I knew it! You’re bragging, Frog!

Frog: I am not! I’m just stating a fact. Mine is without a doubt the finest tail in the world.

Elephant: Hummphhh! (he walks offstage) Frog: Well, really! He’s just embarrassed because all he has is that skinny rope-looking tail. Oh, hello, Monkey!

(Monkey enters)

Monkey: Hi there, frog, I said hi, hi, hi there, Frog! How-I said how-how-how are you?

Frog: Oh, I’m just fine, Monkey. I was just admiring my tail. Elephant got upset because my tail is so much finer than his. Frankly, it’s finer than yours too, Monkey.

Monkey: I beg your pardon—I beg—I beg—I BEG your pardon! My tail is perfect for me! (and he swings away)

Frog: Well, apparently no one wants to admit how fine my tail is. Ah, well…. (frog leaves the stage, curtains close)

Narrator: That summer it did not rain. It did not rain for a week, for a month, for two months. All the water holes, except one, dried up and turned into dust holes. To be sure that each animal got enough water, the Creator of the World put Frog in charge of the last water hole. Frog’s job was to see that each animal got a fair amount of water to drink each day. Frog sure felt important in his new job. At first he did very well.

Frog: Elephant! It’s your turn to drink now. (Pause as Elephant enters, goes to water hole and drinks) 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10—okay, that’s enough, Elephant. Your turn, Monkey.

(Elephant leaves and Monkey enters)

Frog: 1-2-3-4-5-6. That’s enough for you Monkey. You don’t need as much as Elephant.

(Monkey leaves)

Narrator: But as time passed, Frog got more and more proud of his job, and then he wasn’t so fair.

(Elephant enters again)

Frog: No, Elephant, you don’t get any water today. I heard you were angry with me because I have such a beautiful tail.

Elephant: But Frog! I’m thirsty! You were supposed to make sure we all get enough to drink!

Frog: Well, too bad! I’m the boss of this water hole!

Elephant: Hummphhh!

(Elephant leaves as Monkey enters)

Monkey: Hey-hey-hey, Frog! How about a good ole drink of water for me?

Frog: Not today, Monkey. You can do without it today.

Monkey: Do without it? Do without it? Hey man, I’m thirsty!

Frog: (yawns) Well, I’m off duty now, so the water hole is CLOSED!

Monkey: (leaves angrily, muttering) Thinks a lot of himself, that frog.

Narrator: Now the Creator heard what Frog was doing ,and decided to check it out.Creator turned himself into an animal, and….

Lion: Frog, I have traveled a long way. I am told that you are in charge of this water hole and see to it that all animals get a drink each day.

Frog: Yeah? Well, I don’t know you! Pay me enough money and you can drink all you want!

Lion: PAY you? Why should I pay you? You don’t own this water hole, you are only in charge of it to be sure everyone gets enough to drink!

Frog: Well, the Creator himself put me in charge, so you have to do what I say! And I say, you pay or you stay thirsty!

Lion: Well, I AM the Creator, you foolish little frog! And because you have been so rude and unfair to the animals, I am taking away your beautiful tail!

(Lion bites Frog’s tail, and it comes off and disappears below the stage)

Frog: AAAGGGHHHH! MY tail! Oh, how embarrassing!

(Frog jumps off the stage and disappears too)

Narrator: Frog was so embarrassed over the loss of his tail that he hid in the weeds at the edge of the pond. And to this day, frogs still have short tails, and they still live in the weeds at the edges of ponds, trying to keep all of from seeing that now they have no tails at all.

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