Thank Jack, Ken and Beth
for sharing their creative drama!!
IRIS
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Once there was a peddler who sold caps. But he was not like an ordinary peddler carrying his wares on his back. He carried them on top of his head.
First he had on his own checked cap, then a bunch of gray caps, then a bunch of brown caps, then a bunch of blue caps, and on the very top a bunch of red caps.
He walked up and down the streets, holding himself very straight so as not to upset his caps. As he went along he called, “Caps! Caps for sale! Fifty cents a cap.”
One morning he couldn’t sell any caps/ He walked up the street and he walked down the street calling, “Caps! Caps for sale! Fifty cents a cap.” But nobody wanted any caps that morning, not even a red cap.
He began to feel very hungry, but he had no money for lunch.
He began to feel very hungry, but he had no money for lunch.
“I think I’ll go for a walk in the country,” said he. And he walked out of town—slowly, slowly, so as not to upset his caps.
He walked for a long time until he came to a great big tree.
“This is a nice place for a rest,” he thought.
He sat down very slowly under the tree and leaned back little by little against the tree-trunk so as not to disturb the caps on his head.
Then he put up his hand to feel if they were straight— first his own checked cap, then the gray caps, then the brown caps, then the blue caps, then the red caps on the very top.
They were all there. So he went to sleep.
He slept . . .
. . .for a . . .
. . .long . . .
. . .time. . .
When he woke up he was refreshed and rested.
But before standing up he felt with his hand to make sure his caps were in the right place. All he felt was his own checked cap!
He looked to the right of him. No caps.
He looked to the left of him. No caps.
He looked in back of him. No caps.
He looked behind the tree. No caps.
On every branch sat a monkey. On every monkey there was a gray, or a brown, or a blue, or a red cap!
The peddler looked at the monkeys. The monkeys looked at the peddler. He didn’t know what to do. Finally he spoke to them.
“You monkeys, you,” he said, shaking a finger at them, “you give me back my caps.” But the monkeys only shook their fingers back at him and said, “Tsz, tsz, tsz.”
This made the peddler angry, so he shook both hands at them and said, “You monkeys, you, you give me back my caps.” But the monkeys only shook both their hands back at him and said, “Tsz, tsz, tsz.”
Now he felt quite angry. He stamped his foot, and he said, “You monkeys, you! You better give me back my caps!” But the monkeys only stomped their feet back at him and said, “Tsz, tsz, tsz.”
By this time the peddler was really very, very angry. He stamped both his feet and shouted, “You monkeys, you! You must give me back my caps!” But the monkeys only stamped both their feet back at him and said, “Tsz, tsz, tsz.”
At last he became so angry that he pulled off his own cap, threw it on the ground, and began to walk away.
But then each monkey pulled off his cap…
And all the gray caps, and all the brown caps, and all the blue caps, and all the red caps came flying down out of the tree.
So the peddler picked up his caps and put them back on his head—first his own checked cap, then the gray caps, then the brown caps, then the blue caps, then the red caps on the very top.
And slowly, slowly, he walked back to town calling,
“Caps! Caps for sale! Fifty cents a cap.”
“Caps! Caps for sale! Fifty cents a cap.”
~THE END~
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