A lesson about Jesus is greater.
Cast:
D.B. – a good albeit not very bright bunny
MISS REBECCA – the teacher who sets her straight
Props:
None
(MISS REBECCA begins on stage when D.B. enters.)
D.B.: Miss Rebecca, I need your help.
MISS REBECCA: What’s up, D.B.?
D.B.: I have a special carrot…
MISS REBECCA: You have a special carrot?
D.B.: Yes, and its name is Burt.
MISS REBECCA: You named your carrot?
D.B.: It would not be very special if it did not have a name.
MISS REBECCA: I suppose not. Do you name all of your vegetables?
D.B.: Of course not. That would just be silly.
MISS REBECCA: Well, except you named…
D.B.: Imagine naming a rutabaga.
MISS REBECCA: I suppose not…
D.B.: People would think I was some sort of weirdo.
MISS REBECCA: Maybe, but…
D.B.: Naming vegetables. How ridikalus.
MISS REBECCA: You’re right. Sorry. So what is your dilemma?
D.B.: I do not have a dilemma, but I do have a situation that requires a choice between options that are or seem equally unfavorable or mutually exclusive.
MISS REBECCA: Okay. And it involves your carrot Burt?
D.B.: Yes, I have had Burt for a very long time, and my father wants me to get rid of him.
MISS REBECCA: How long have you had Burt?
D.B.: Ever since I was a kit.
MISS REBECCA: That’s a long time.
D.B.: It is. And he has changed over the years.
MISS REBECCA: How so?
D.B.: He has gotten kinda squishy.
MISS REBECCA: Uh-huh.
D.B.: And wrinkly.
MISS REBECCA: Yeah.
D.B.: And gray.
MISS REBECCA: Ew! I can’t imagine why your dad would want you to get rid of that.
D.B.: I know. He said if I throw it away, he would give me a new carrot made of metal.
MISS REBECCA: So let me get this straight. If you get rid of your nasty, old, shriveled-up carrot, your dad will give you one made of metal that will never go bad?
D.B.: That is correct.
MISS REBECCA: And why are having trouble making a choice?
D.B.: I know the new carrot is nice and shiny and will never get wrinkly and gray, but I have had Burt for so very long.
MISS REBECCA: And can you do anything with Burt?
D.B.: Not really. I think he is starting to melt. Whenever I pick him up he is all wet and gooey.
MISS REBECCA: And how does it smell?
D.B.: I did not want to say anything, but he is not smelling so good.
MISS REBECCA: So the only reason you’re keeping your old carrot is because you’ve had it for a long time?
D.B.: I suppose you are correct.
MISS REBECCA: Doesn’t it make sense to trade your gooey, stinky carrot for something better?
D.B.: When you put it that way, I guess it is not really a very hard decision.
MISS REBECCA: Not really.
D.B.: I think I will name my new extra-special carrot Grace.
MISS REBECCA: That sounds like an outstanding idea.
D.B.: Thanks, Miss Rebecca.
MISS REBECCA: You’re welcome, D.B.
D.B.: Bye, Miss Rebecca.
MISS REBECCA: Bye, D.B.
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