Косшынская средняя школа № 2

Сказка: THE LITTLE RED HEN AND

THE GRAIN OF WHEAT

Выполнила: Баймакова Ж.Р.

Косшы 2016г.

THE LITTLE RED HEN AND THE GRAIN OF WHEAT

Characters:

Storyteller

Little Red Hen

Duck

Cog

Pig

Scene I

Big farm. Morning. Little Red hen, dog, cat, rabbit, three fluffy yellow chicks.

Storyteller: Once upon a time there was a little red hen who lived in a big farm-yard. She had three fluffy yellow chicks. One morning as they were busily scratching about the yard, looking for something to eat, the little red hen found a grain of wheat. Then she called to the cat, and the dog, and the rabbit, who lived in the farm-yard whit her.

The Red Hen: ''Look! See what I have found. Who will help me to plant this grain of wheat?''

The duck: ''Not I. I must go down to the pond for a swim.''

The cat: ''Not I. I have some visitors coming in a few minutes.''

The pig: ''Not I. I don't know how to do anything like that.''

Storyteller: Then they went away from the little red hen. The little red hen got her hoe, her rake and her shovel.

The three fluffy yellow chicks helped their mother, and soon they had dug a little hole in qhich to put the wheat. They covered it lightly whit earth. After few days, several little green shoots appeared. The wheat grew and grew.

Scene II

The Red Hen: ''Now, who will water the wheat?''

The duck: ''Not I. I have some other things to do just now.''

The cat: ''Not I. I have to take a little nap.''

The pig: "Not I. I have to go and refresh in the shed."

The Red Hen: ''Then I will'', said the little red hen, and she did. After a while some weeds appeared among the stalks wheat.

Storyteller: One day the little red hen asked.

The Red Hen: "Now, who is going to weed this wheat?"

The duck: "Not I. That sort of work does not agree with me.''

The cat: "Not I. I don't know how to do this."

The pig: "Not I. I have other things on my mind besides that wheat."

The Red Hen: "Very well, I will then" , said the little red hen, and she did.

Storyteller: After a while the wheat began to ripen.

The cat, the duck, the pig: "What fine wheat we have".

The Red Hen: "Yes, indeed, it is time to reap the wheat".

The cat: "Who would to reap it for us? Oh, not I".

The pig: "Not I".

The duck: "Not I".

The Red Hen: "Very well, I will then".

Scene III

Storyteller: She cut the heads off the grain very carefully and put them in a bag. Then she called to the cat, the duck and the pig.

The Red Hen: "Now, who will take this wheat to the mill to be ground into flour?"

The duck: "Not I. You know I can't carry such a heavy load."

The cat: "Oh, not I. The dust would get into my nose and make me sneeze" The pig: "Not I. I do not know where the mill is."

The Red Hen: "Very well. Then I will take it myself."

Storyteller: So the little red hen trudged off to the mill, and in a few hours she was back whit a sack of fine flour.

Scene IV.

The Red Hen: "Now, who is going to make this flour into bread?"

The cat: "Not I".

The duck: "Not I".

The pig: "Not I".

The Red Hen: "I will then".

Storyteller: Soon the loaf was ready for the oven.

The Red Hen: "Now, who is going to bake this bread?"

The cat: "Not I"

The duck: "Not I".

The pig: "Not I. I am afraid that I should burn it"

The Red Hen: "Very well, then. I will do it.''

Storyteller: So the loaf of bread was baked, and it was beautiful golden and crusty. The little red hen put it on the kitchen table, and the cat, and the pig, and the duck came into the house and looked at it longingly.

The Red Hen: "Well now, who is going to eat this load of bread?"

The duck: (rushing up) "I will" - said the duck quickly.

The cat: (rushing up) "I will," - said the cat stepping close.

The pig: (rushing up) "I will," - said the pig, pushing his way right to the table.

Storyteller: They crowed around the little red hen, each one trying to get closest to the temping loaf of bread but none of them dared to touch it.

The Red Hen: ''Oh, no, you won't. I am going to eat it myself.''

Author: Then she called her chicks together, and they ate the whole loaf of bread. Not a crumb was left for the duck, the cat or the pig.

(The duck, the cat, and the pig all hang their heads.)

Storyteller: The Little Red Hen and three chicks enjoyed the rewards of her hard work very much.

The End