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2007-06-23 12:33 am
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2007-06-23 12:53 am
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Once upon a time,there was three pig,they were brothers.They help each other all the time.One day,their mother told them that they have to go out and find a job,but the biggest promblem happened to the oldest pig,he said,'What?I don't even know what'Job 'mean!'Also, the biggest roblem happened to the middle pig too,he said,'What?But I don't even know how the world look like outside!!!'Then third pig said,'If you want to know what the world look like what, let me tell you......,and big bro you,if you don't kow what 'job' means, I will tell you.
2007-06-25 1:59 am
Once upon a time,there was three pig,they were brothers.They help each other all the time.One day,their mother told them that they have to go out and find a job,but the biggest promblem happened to the oldest pig,he said,'What?I don't even know what'Job 'mean!'Also, the biggest roblem happened to the middle pig too,he said,'What?But I don't even know how the world look like outside!!!'Then third pig said,'If you want to know what the world look like what, let me tell you......,and big bro you,if you don't kow what 'job'; means, I will tell you.
The Baker’s Dozen
A Saint Nicholas Tale
Told by Aaron Shepard
Reader’s Theater Edition #9
THEME: Generosity READERS: 6 or more
READER AGES: 8–13
LENGTH: 6 minutes
ROLES: Narrators 1–4, Baker, Woman, (Customers), (Children), (Saint Nicholas)
NOTES: For best effect, place NARRATORS 1 and 2 at far left, and 3 and 4 at far right, as seen from the audience.
Aaron’s Extras
All special features are at www.aaronshep.com/extras.
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NARRATOR 1: In the Dutch colonial town later known as Albany, New York, there lived a baker, Van Amsterdam, who was as honest as he could be.
NARRATOR 4: Each morning, he checked and balanced his scales, and he took great care to give his customers exactly what they paid for—not more, and not less.
NARRATOR 2: Van Amsterdam’s shop was always busy, because people trusted him, and because he was a good baker as well. And never was the shop busier than in the days before December 6, when the Dutch celebrate Saint Nicholas Day.
NARRATOR 3: At that time of year, people flocked to the baker’s shop to buy his fine Saint Nicholas cookies.
NARRATOR 1: Made of gingerbread, iced in red and white, they looked just like Saint Nicholas as the Dutch know him—
NARRATOR 4: tall and thin, with a high, red bishop’s cap, and a long, red bishop’s cloak.
NARRATOR 2: One Saint Nicholas Day morning, the baker was just ready for business, when the door of his shop flew open.
NARRATOR 3: In walked an old woman, wrapped in a long black shawl.
WOMAN: I have come for a dozen of your Saint Nicholas cookies.
NARRATOR 1: Taking a tray, Van Amsterdam counted out twelve cookies. He started to wrap them, but the woman reached out and stopped him.
WOMAN: I asked for a dozen. You have given me only twelve.
BAKER: Madam, everyone knows that a dozen is twelve.
WOMAN: But I say a dozen is thirteen. Give me one more.
NARRATOR 4: Van Amsterdam was not a man to bear foolishness.
BAKER: Madam, my customers get exactly what they pay for—not more, and not less.
WOMAN: Then you may keep the cookies.
NARRATOR 2: She turned to go, but stopped at the door.
WOMAN: Van Amsterdam! However honest you may be, your heart is small and your fist is tight. Fall again, mount again, learn how to count again!
NARRATOR 3: Then she was gone.
NARRATOR 1: From that day, everything went wrong in Van Amsterdam’s bakery.
NARRATOR 4: His bread rose too high or not at all.
NARRATOR 2: His pies were sour or too sweet.
NARRATOR 3: His cakes crumbled or were chewy.
NARRATOR 1: His cookies were burnt or doughy.
NARRATOR 4: His customers soon noticed the difference. Before long, most of them were going to other bakers.
BAKER: (to himself) That old woman has bewitched me. Is this how my honesty is rewarded?
NARRATOR 2: A year passed.
NARRATOR 3: The baker grew poorer and poorer.
NARRATOR 1: Since he sold little, he baked little, and his shelves were nearly bare. His last few customers slipped away.
NARRATOR 4: Finally, on the day before Saint Nicholas Day, not one customer came to Van Amsterdam’s shop.
NARRATOR 2: At day’s end, the baker sat alone, staring at his unsold Saint Nicholas cookies.
太長，請參考資料原頁http://www.aaronshep.com/rt/RTE09.html
The Baker’s Dozen
A Saint Nicholas Tale
Told by Aaron Shepard
Reader’s Theater Edition #9
THEME: Generosity READERS: 6 or more
READER AGES: 8–13
LENGTH: 6 minutes
ROLES: Narrators 1–4, Baker, Woman, (Customers), (Children), (Saint Nicholas)
NOTES: For best effect, place NARRATORS 1 and 2 at far left, and 3 and 4 at far right, as seen from the audience.
Aaron’s Extras
All special features are at www.aaronshep.com/extras.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
NARRATOR 1: In the Dutch colonial town later known as Albany, New York, there lived a baker, Van Amsterdam, who was as honest as he could be.
NARRATOR 4: Each morning, he checked and balanced his scales, and he took great care to give his customers exactly what they paid for—not more, and not less.
NARRATOR 2: Van Amsterdam’s shop was always busy, because people trusted him, and because he was a good baker as well. And never was the shop busier than in the days before December 6, when the Dutch celebrate Saint Nicholas Day.
NARRATOR 3: At that time of year, people flocked to the baker’s shop to buy his fine Saint Nicholas cookies.
NARRATOR 1: Made of gingerbread, iced in red and white, they looked just like Saint Nicholas as the Dutch know him—
NARRATOR 4: tall and thin, with a high, red bishop’s cap, and a long, red bishop’s cloak.
NARRATOR 2: One Saint Nicholas Day morning, the baker was just ready for business, when the door of his shop flew open.
NARRATOR 3: In walked an old woman, wrapped in a long black shawl.
WOMAN: I have come for a dozen of your Saint Nicholas cookies.
NARRATOR 1: Taking a tray, Van Amsterdam counted out twelve cookies. He started to wrap them, but the woman reached out and stopped him.
WOMAN: I asked for a dozen. You have given me only twelve.
BAKER: Madam, everyone knows that a dozen is twelve.
WOMAN: But I say a dozen is thirteen. Give me one more.
NARRATOR 4: Van Amsterdam was not a man to bear foolishness.
BAKER: Madam, my customers get exactly what they pay for—not more, and not less.
WOMAN: Then you may keep the cookies.
NARRATOR 2: She turned to go, but stopped at the door.
WOMAN: Van Amsterdam! However honest you may be, your heart is small and your fist is tight. Fall again, mount again, learn how to count again!
NARRATOR 3: Then she was gone.
NARRATOR 1: From that day, everything went wrong in Van Amsterdam’s bakery.
NARRATOR 4: His bread rose too high or not at all.
NARRATOR 2: His pies were sour or too sweet.
NARRATOR 3: His cakes crumbled or were chewy.
NARRATOR 1: His cookies were burnt or doughy.
NARRATOR 4: His customers soon noticed the difference. Before long, most of them were going to other bakers.
BAKER: (to himself) That old woman has bewitched me. Is this how my honesty is rewarded?
NARRATOR 2: A year passed.
NARRATOR 3: The baker grew poorer and poorer.
NARRATOR 1: Since he sold little, he baked little, and his shelves were nearly bare. His last few customers slipped away.
NARRATOR 4: Finally, on the day before Saint Nicholas Day, not one customer came to Van Amsterdam’s shop.
NARRATOR 2: At day’s end, the baker sat alone, staring at his unsold Saint Nicholas cookies.
太長，請參考資料原頁http://www.aaronshep.com/rt/RTE09.html
2007-06-23 10:02 am
The Baker’s Dozen
A Saint Nicholas Tale
Told by Aaron Shepard
Reader’s Theater Edition #9
THEME: Generosity READERS: 6 or more
READER AGES: 8–13
LENGTH: 6 minutes
ROLES: Narrators 1–4, Baker, Woman, (Customers), (Children), (Saint Nicholas)
NOTES: For best effect, place NARRATORS 1 and 2 at far left, and 3 and 4 at far right, as seen from the audience.
Aaron’s Extras
All special features are at www.aaronshep.com/extras.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
NARRATOR 1: In the Dutch colonial town later known as Albany, New York, there lived a baker, Van Amsterdam, who was as honest as he could be.
NARRATOR 4: Each morning, he checked and balanced his scales, and he took great care to give his customers exactly what they paid for—not more, and not less.
NARRATOR 2: Van Amsterdam’s shop was always busy, because people trusted him, and because he was a good baker as well. And never was the shop busier than in the days before December 6, when the Dutch celebrate Saint Nicholas Day.
NARRATOR 3: At that time of year, people flocked to the baker’s shop to buy his fine Saint Nicholas cookies.
NARRATOR 1: Made of gingerbread, iced in red and white, they looked just like Saint Nicholas as the Dutch know him—
NARRATOR 4: tall and thin, with a high, red bishop’s cap, and a long, red bishop’s cloak.
NARRATOR 2: One Saint Nicholas Day morning, the baker was just ready for business, when the door of his shop flew open.
NARRATOR 3: In walked an old woman, wrapped in a long black shawl.
WOMAN: I have come for a dozen of your Saint Nicholas cookies.
NARRATOR 1: Taking a tray, Van Amsterdam counted out twelve cookies. He started to wrap them, but the woman reached out and stopped him.
WOMAN: I asked for a dozen. You have given me only twelve.
BAKER: Madam, everyone knows that a dozen is twelve.
WOMAN: But I say a dozen is thirteen. Give me one more.
NARRATOR 4: Van Amsterdam was not a man to bear foolishness.
BAKER: Madam, my customers get exactly what they pay for—not more, and not less.
WOMAN: Then you may keep the cookies.
NARRATOR 2: She turned to go, but stopped at the door.
WOMAN: Van Amsterdam! However honest you may be, your heart is small and your fist is tight. Fall again, mount again, learn how to count again!
NARRATOR 3: Then she was gone.
NARRATOR 1: From that day, everything went wrong in Van Amsterdam’s bakery.
NARRATOR 4: His bread rose too high or not at all.
NARRATOR 2: His pies were sour or too sweet.
NARRATOR 3: His cakes crumbled or were chewy.
NARRATOR 1: His cookies were burnt or doughy.
NARRATOR 4: His customers soon noticed the difference. Before long, most of them were going to other bakers.
BAKER: (to himself) That old woman has bewitched me. Is this how my honesty is rewarded?
NARRATOR 2: A year passed.
NARRATOR 3: The baker grew poorer and poorer.
NARRATOR 1: Since he sold little, he baked little, and his shelves were nearly bare. His last few customers slipped away.
NARRATOR 4: Finally, on the day before Saint Nicholas Day, not one customer came to Van Amsterdam’s shop.
NARRATOR 2: At day’s end, the baker sat alone, staring at his unsold Saint Nicholas cookies.
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太長，請參考資料原頁http://www.aaronshep.com/rt/RTE09.html
A Saint Nicholas Tale
Told by Aaron Shepard
Reader’s Theater Edition #9
THEME: Generosity READERS: 6 or more
READER AGES: 8–13
LENGTH: 6 minutes
ROLES: Narrators 1–4, Baker, Woman, (Customers), (Children), (Saint Nicholas)
NOTES: For best effect, place NARRATORS 1 and 2 at far left, and 3 and 4 at far right, as seen from the audience.
Aaron’s Extras
All special features are at www.aaronshep.com/extras.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
NARRATOR 1: In the Dutch colonial town later known as Albany, New York, there lived a baker, Van Amsterdam, who was as honest as he could be.
NARRATOR 4: Each morning, he checked and balanced his scales, and he took great care to give his customers exactly what they paid for—not more, and not less.
NARRATOR 2: Van Amsterdam’s shop was always busy, because people trusted him, and because he was a good baker as well. And never was the shop busier than in the days before December 6, when the Dutch celebrate Saint Nicholas Day.
NARRATOR 3: At that time of year, people flocked to the baker’s shop to buy his fine Saint Nicholas cookies.
NARRATOR 1: Made of gingerbread, iced in red and white, they looked just like Saint Nicholas as the Dutch know him—
NARRATOR 4: tall and thin, with a high, red bishop’s cap, and a long, red bishop’s cloak.
NARRATOR 2: One Saint Nicholas Day morning, the baker was just ready for business, when the door of his shop flew open.
NARRATOR 3: In walked an old woman, wrapped in a long black shawl.
WOMAN: I have come for a dozen of your Saint Nicholas cookies.
NARRATOR 1: Taking a tray, Van Amsterdam counted out twelve cookies. He started to wrap them, but the woman reached out and stopped him.
WOMAN: I asked for a dozen. You have given me only twelve.
BAKER: Madam, everyone knows that a dozen is twelve.
WOMAN: But I say a dozen is thirteen. Give me one more.
NARRATOR 4: Van Amsterdam was not a man to bear foolishness.
BAKER: Madam, my customers get exactly what they pay for—not more, and not less.
WOMAN: Then you may keep the cookies.
NARRATOR 2: She turned to go, but stopped at the door.
WOMAN: Van Amsterdam! However honest you may be, your heart is small and your fist is tight. Fall again, mount again, learn how to count again!
NARRATOR 3: Then she was gone.
NARRATOR 1: From that day, everything went wrong in Van Amsterdam’s bakery.
NARRATOR 4: His bread rose too high or not at all.
NARRATOR 2: His pies were sour or too sweet.
NARRATOR 3: His cakes crumbled or were chewy.
NARRATOR 1: His cookies were burnt or doughy.
NARRATOR 4: His customers soon noticed the difference. Before long, most of them were going to other bakers.
BAKER: (to himself) That old woman has bewitched me. Is this how my honesty is rewarded?
NARRATOR 2: A year passed.
NARRATOR 3: The baker grew poorer and poorer.
NARRATOR 1: Since he sold little, he baked little, and his shelves were nearly bare. His last few customers slipped away.
NARRATOR 4: Finally, on the day before Saint Nicholas Day, not one customer came to Van Amsterdam’s shop.
NARRATOR 2: At day’s end, the baker sat alone, staring at his unsold Saint Nicholas cookies.
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太長，請參考資料原頁http://www.aaronshep.com/rt/RTE09.html
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