A lesson about obedience.
Cast:
D.B. – a good albeit not very bright bunny
MR. MIKE – the teacher who sets him straight
Props:
none
(Opens with MR. MIKE on stage.)
D.B.: (enters & collapses from exhaustion)
MR. MIKE: Hey, D.B. What’s wrong?
D.B.: Hi, Mr. Mike. I am worn out.
MR. MIKE: Why are you so worn out?
D.B.: My mama asked e to make my bed.
MR. MIKE: Making your bed wore you out?
D.B.: Of course not!
MR. MIKE: Well, it sounded like…
D.B.: Do I look some sort of baby bunny?
MR. MIKE: No, but…
D.B.: I can make my bed without getting worn out.
MR. MIKE: I was just going by what you said…
D.B.: Besides, I did not even make my bed.
MR. MIKE: D.B.! Why in the world did you make your bed?
D.B.: It is not fun making by bed. I wanted to do something fun.
MR. MIKE: Do did you play?
D.B.: No, I hided.
MR. MIKE: That doesn’t sound like much fun. Where’d you hide?
D.B.: I tried to hide in the bathroom.
MR. MIKE: How’d that work out for you?
D.B.: With 98 brothers and sisters, not so good. Our bathroom sees a lot of action.
MR. MIKE: I imagine it does. SO what did you do next?
D.B.: I tried the pantry, but it was too small. I tried the den, but it was too big. I tried the attic, but it was too high. I tried the basement, but it was too low. I tried the oven, but it was too hot. I tried to freezer, but it was too cold. Then I tried the doghouse, and it was just right.
MR. MIKE: The doghouse? Was that a good place to hide?
D.B.: It was, until the dog showed up.
MR. MIKE: Oh, was he mad you were in his house?
D.B.: No, he wanted to play. He started to bark and to wrestle and to chase me around and to give me his slobbery ball.
MR. MIKE: You can’t have that. Your mother might notice.
D.B.: Exactly.
MR. MIKE: So what did you do?
D.B.: I climbed up a tree to get away.
MR. MIKE: Did that work?
D.B.: Oh yes! Until I discovered that I had climbed too high, and I was too scared to climb down.
MR. MIKE: Oh my. What did you do?
D.B.: I did not do anything. I was afraid to move.
MR. MIKE: How’d you get down?
D.B.: My mama heard the dog barking and saw him chase me up the tree. I told her I was oh so sorry for not making my bed, and could she please help me get down.
MR. MIKE: And did she?
D.B.: Of course. My mama is a very good mama.
MR. MIKE: Of course she is. So did you learn your lesson?
D.B.: Oh, yes. I will never try to hide in the doghouse again.
MR. MIKE: No, that it’s easier to be obedient than to try to run away from it.
D.B.: Oh, that. But I was going to make my bed — eventually.
MR. MIKE: Delayed obedience is disobedience. It’s always better to be obedient right away.
D.B.: I guess you are right. It I had made my bed when my mama told me to, I would already be done. I would have been playing instead of stuck up a tree.
MR. MIKE: You got it. What are you going to do now, D.B.?
D.B.: I am going to go make my bed.
MR. MIKE: That’s a good fellow.
D.B.: Bye, Mr. Mike.
MR. MIKE: Bye, D.B.
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