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Dramas-Skits All in the Family
Tuesday, March 31, 2009 at 11:44AM
All in the Family
(MIME: a little girl with pigtails and a picnic basket in her hands coming skipping along the path, all done in mime -- actor takes cues from Narrator; everything she sees and interacts with is imaginary; to be read with glowing wonder, like a story read at bedtime to a toddler)
NARRATOR:
Once up a time a little girl who loved a lot went out into the world to see all the people she loved, and to invite everyone to be her brothers and sisters. She wanted everyone to love her. She loved everybody, and if she got half a chance, she'd just hug ANYBODY -- she liked to give great big BEAR HUGS!
(little girl stops, facing audience and lifting her face to heaven, she wraps her arms about herself and gives herself a BEAR HUG, smiling brightly, swinging her body back and forth)
She was a special little girl. She saw the good in everything. Whether it was a beautiful flower made from the Hand of God . . . Ah! What a beautiful aroma! Such a perfect and melodious scent!
(little girl lifts a beautiful flower to her nose and sniffs -- ah! what a beautiful aroma! She nearly faints with pleasure)
...or a fragile and tiny sparrow . . . sweet little thing! To think that God watches these little creatures and watches over them!
(little girl lifts her finger and whistles for a bird which lands and perches upon her finger -- she strokes its tiny feathers and murmurs softly and lovingly to the little creature)
She loved nature -- she loved everyone -- and everything. The little girl was, in fact, the incarnation of LOVE.
She skipped through the entire world, loving everyone, and inviting them to love her. Be my Friends, she said! Be my Brother! Be my Sister!
(little girl skips through world, whistling and smiling and swinging her picnic basket)
A few of the people she met were delighted to meet her! "Howdy Doo!" they cried, returning her humungous hugs. They matched her shining smile with bright shining smiles of their own! She was so happy she gave them gifts from her basket.
(little girl meets and hugs several people, spinning them about, SMILING at them, shining love, love, LOVE -- she gives them gifts from her basket)
"Can I play with your dolly?" the Little Girl would ask them, because she loved to share.
(shyly, she asks to play with their toy -- and is delighted when they do! she accepts the toy and hugs it to her chest, laughing and playing -- she dances about the room with the doll)
Oh how happy it made the Little Girl when people were kind enough to share! Because the Little Girl knew that it was better to GIVE things, than to RECEIVE them -- she wanted her new friends to be just as happy as they could ever, ever, ever, EVER be! She wanted them to play nicely with each other, and to take care of each other, and really, to be in one big happy family!
(little girl talks to a succession of people, smiling at them, hugging them, giving them gifts from her basket)
Sure we will be your friend, they said, all smiling and happy, and soon enough, as they grew to know her, they realized they were more than her friend -- they LOVED her, just like she loved them! Wowee, did it feel wonderful to share in such love. Sharing was a very, very, VERY good thing, the people learned, and the more they shared, the more they loved, and the more they loved the better they all got along! What a smart, smart, SMART little girl she proved to be!
(little girl smiles and knowingly taps her head)
Then there were other people in the world. On her journey, skipping through the world, the little girl met people who were not quite so happy to meet her. They greeted her -- some of them did, it's true -- but for the most part, they just really couldn't care about the little girl, or if she was happy, or if they learned any lessons about sharing that the little girl might teach. Most of these people wouldn't even give the little girl a hug.
(little girl meets new people, but these won't hug her, even though she tries)
"Can I play with your dolly?" the little girl asked shyly. Please, she though, please oh please share with me. Please oh please give me a chance to love, and be loved by you!
(the little girl shyly asks to play with their dollies -- but the people shake their heads NO and walk away -- the little girl sadly watches them go)
NO, the people said. This is OUR dolly. You must go and get your own dolly. And they walked away from her, making her so very sad. Or they told her to STOP PLAYING WITH DOLLIES! To GROW UP! To GET A JOB, or GET WITH THE PROGRAM, or GET A LIFE! Wake up to the REAL WORLD, little girl, they scolded her. For the most part, they weren't really bad people, no not at all. But they just seemed to not really care what the little girl thought or felt, or that she had love to give them -- many of the people were just too, too busy, they just did not have the time for little girls and dolls and hugging -- and they CERTAINLY did not have any use for the trinkets from the little girl's basket
(the little girl attempts to woo person after person, reaching her little hands for dolly after dolly, offering gift after gift from her basket -- to only watch person after person walk away from her, she sadly watches them go with her sad, sad eyes)
BUT THERE WERE OTHER PEOPLE IN THE WORLD AS WELL.
(little girl stops, she startles as if terrified or terribly frightened -- she slowly turns her head and slowly lifts her arms to hug)
They did not like the little girl. They did not want her basket or anything in it. They snarled at her when she tried to hug them. They snarled at her when she asked to play with their dollies.
(little girl's terror builds and she slowly begins to back away from the unruly mob of people)
The people pushed in toward the little girl. The closer they got to her, the angrier they got. Don't you want to play with me? she asked them. Don't you want to hug me? she said.
ONE OF THE MAD PEOPLE HIT THE LITTLE GIRL.
(she is struck in the nose, and it rocks her head back, makes her stagger away -- she is shocked, no one has ever hit her before, no one has ever been mean to her before, and now she lifts her hand to her nose, and it comes away with BLOOD!)
The little girl had never been hit before. She only knew nice people. She had hoped that all people were nice. That all people shared, and hugged, and smiled.
But one of the mad people hit the little girl. Now there was blood coming from her nose.
Then one of the mad, bad people took her basket away. Another struck her again, and again. She ran from the mad, bad mob of people. But they didn't want to let her get away. They caught her. They hit her. One of the mad-bad people grabbed one of her arms and twisted it. And another mad-bad person twisted her other arm.
(little girl is hit, again, and again -- her head rocks with the blows -- and then she tries to run away, but they catch her, and one of the people grabs her arm, and she lifts it up like one arm of the cross, and another person grabs her other arm, and she lifts it up like the other arm of the cross)
They were very mean, these mad-bad people. Very mean to a little girl who only wanted to hug. Only wanted to . . . share . . . to . . . love . . . and be loved.
(the little girl, in terrible pain, lowers her head, lower, lower, until it drops and lays limply against her chest and her arms sag but are still forced upright and out like a cross but now her hands hang limply, as she hangs upon the cross, dead)
She is gone now, this little girl, gone from the world. For a very long time her face has appeared on milk cartons with the slogan: HAVE YOU SEEN ME?
What about YOU? Have you seen the little girl?
Are you the kind of person who would hug the little girl, and learn from her? Would you share your dolly with her, and with the other little children you know?
What about YOU? Have you seen the little girl?
Are you the kind of person too busy for the little girl? Are there more important things in your life than silly dollies and hugs and sharing and childish things?
What about YOU? Have you seen the little girl?
Are you the kind of person who snarls at a little child, angry by their stupidity, their trusting eyes and smiling lips?
What about YOU? Have you seen the little girl? And would you know her, if she returned today, and was not just a picture on a milk carton, but was a real, live, true human being that you could hug and kiss and hold close to your heart?
Would you be a part of her family? Her mother, or father, or brother, or sister? Have you seen the little girl?
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