peter rabbit readers theater

7/30/2019 Peter Rabbit Readers Theater

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Narrator

Mrs.Rabbit

Peter

Mr. Mcgregor

Mother

Flopsy, Mopsy, and Cotton tai l

SCRIPT:

Narrator: Once upon a time there were four little Rabbits. Their names were:

Flopsy, Mopsy, Cottontail, and Peter. They lived with their Mother in a sandbank,

underneath the root of a very big tree.

Mrs. Rabbit:My dear sons, you may go into the fields or down the road, but dont

go into Mr. McGregors garden your Father had an accident there, he was put ina pie by Mrs. McGregor. Now run along, and dont get into mischief. I am going

out.

Narrator:Then old Mrs. Rabbit took a basket and her umbrella, to the bakers

store.

Mrs. Rabbit: This bread looks good, Ill buy it, and also five currant buns.

Narrator: Flopsy, Mopsy, and Cottontail, who were good little bunnies, went down

the lane to gather blackberries.


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Peter:Ill go straight to Mr. McGregors garden and under the gate!

Narrator: First he ate some lettuces and some French beans, and then he ate

some radishes.

Peter: Oh, I feel sick, Ill go to look for some parsley.

Narrator: But round the end of a cucumber frame, whom should he meet but Mr.McGregor!

Mr. McGregor: I am about to finish planting out these young cabbages, but..

whats that. Hey, you come here! Stop thief!

Narrator: Peter was most dreadfully frightened he rushed all over the garden,for he had forgotten the way back to the gate.

Peter: Oh, no, I lost one of my shoes among the cabbages, and the other shoe

among the potatoes.

Narrator: After losing them, he ran on four legs and went faster, but heunfortunately run into a gooseberry net, and got caught by the large buttons on

his jacket. It was a blue jacket with brass buttons, quite new.

Peter: I give myself up!


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Narrator: And he shed big tears but his sobs were overheard by some friendly

sparrows, who flew to him in great excitement, and implored him to exert himself.

Mr. McGregor came up with a sieve, which he intended to pop upon the top of

Peter but Peter wriggled out just in time, leaving his jacket behind him.And

rushed into the toolshed, and jumped into a can. It would have been a beautiful

thing to hide in, if it had not had so much water in it.

Mr. McGregor: I am quite sure that your are hiding somewhere in the toolshed. I

will turn over each flower-pot until I find you.

Narrator: Then Peter sneezed.

Peter: Kertyschoo!

Narrator: Mr. McGregor was after him in no time, and tried to put his foot upon

Peter, who jumped out of a window, upsetting three plants. The window was too

small for Mr. McGregor, and he was tired of running after Peter. He went back to

his work.

Peter: Uff! Ill sat down to rest.

Narrator: He was out of breath and trembling with fright, and he had not the leastidea which way to go. Also he was very damp with sitting in that can. After a time

he began to wander about.


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Peter: How lucky I am, I found a door in a wall. Oh, but it is locked, and there is no

room for a fat little rabbit like me to squeeze underneath.

Narrator: An old mouse was running in and out over the stone doorstep, carrying

peas and beans to her family in the wood.

Peter: Hey little mouse can you take me to the gate?

Narrator: But she had such a large pea in her mouth that she could not answer.

She only shook her head at him. Peter began to cry.

Peter:(cry ing)Ohh, now what shall I do?

Narrator: Then he tried to find his way straight across the garden, but he became

more and more puzzled. Presently, he came to a pond where Mr. McGregor filled

his water cans. A white cat was staring at some goldfish she sat very, very still,but now and then the tip of her tail twitched as if it were alive. Peter thought it

best to go away without speaking to her he had heard about cats from his

cousin, little Benjamin Bunny.

Peter: I better go back towards the tool-shed.

Narrator: But suddenly he heard the noise of a hoe scr-r-ritch, scratch, scratch,

scritch. Peter scuttered underneath the bushes.

Peter: Oh, Its Mr. McGregor hoeing onions!


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Narrator: Mr. McGregor back was turned towards Peter, and beyond him was the

gate!

Peter: ( thinking)I have to get down very quietly off the wheelbarrow, and start

running as fast as I can.

Narrator: Mr. McGregor caught sight of him at the corner, but Peter did not care.

He slipped underneath the gate, and was safe at last in the wood outside the

garden.

Mr. McGregor: He escaped! Now I will hang up the little jacket and the shoes for a

scare-crow to frighten the blackbirds.

Narrator: Peter never stopped running or looked behind him till he got home to

the big fir tree.

Peter: I am so tired! I will rest on this nice soft sand on the floor of the rabbit-hole,

and sleep for a while.

Narrator: His mother was busy cooking.

Mother: ( thinking)I wonder where are Peters clothes. This is the second jacket

and pair of shoes that he has lost!


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Narrator: Peter was not very well during the evening.

Mother: Ill take you to to bed. Drink this camomile tea, you will feel better. They

say that One tablespoonful has to be taken at bedtime.

Peter: Thank you. It tastes good. I feel much better now!

Flopsy, Mopsy, and Cottontail: We prefer bread and milk and blackberries, for

supper, mother!

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