A lesson about doing the Father’s will.
Cast:
D.B. – a good albeit not very bright bunny
MR. MATT – the teacher who sets her straight
Props:
None
(MR. MATT begins on stage when D.B enters slowly, moaning and groaning.)
MR. MATT: What’s the matter, D.B.?
D.B.: I am sore, Mr. Matt.
MR. MATT: I’m sorry to hear that.
D.B.: My back is sore.
MR. MATT: I’m sorry.
D.B.: My arms are sore.
MR. MATT: Uh huh.
D.B.: My hands are sore.
MR. MATT: OK.
D.B.: My fingers are sore.
MR. MATT: OK.
D.B.: My knees are sore.
MR. MATT: D.B.
D.B.: My legs are sore.
MR. MATT: D.B.!
D.B.: Even my fuzzy little tail is sore.
MR. MATT: We get it, D.B. You’re sore. Why?
D.B.: I have been planting Brussels sprouts.
MR. MATT: You must really love Brussels sprouts.
D.B.: Oh, I hate them.
MR. MATT: Really?
D.B.: They are vile and nasty.
MR. MATT: I see.
D.B.: They are insidious spheres of detestation.
MR. MATT: Wow!
D.B.: (in a sinister whisper) They are the devil’s vegetable.
MR. MATT: That’s odd. Ozzie said the same thing.
D.B.: We have the same writer.
MR. MATT: OK, so you hate Brussels sprouts. I guess you like working in the dirt.
D.B.: Oh, no. Dirt is so… dirty.
MR. MATT: You did it for the exercise?
D.B.: Nope.
MR. MATT: To get a tan?
D.B.: I am a bunny, silly. I do not get a tan.
MR. MATT: Then why?
D.B.: Because my mommy asked me to do it.
MR. MATT: That’s it?
D.B.: That is it. I love my mommy, so I want to do what she asks me to do.
MR. MATT: Even if you don’t want to do it?
D.B.: Even if I do not want to do it.
MR. MATT: Even cleaning your room?
D.B.: There is no reason to get crazy.
MR. MATT: That is very mature of you. You look exhausted. Why don’t you to and rest.
D.B.: Thank you, Mr. Matt.
MR. MATT: You’re r welcome, D.B.
D.B.: Bye, Mr. Matt.
MR. MATT: Bye, D.B.
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