Campers in the full day Tenderfoot program will go home with paper copies of a script from Day 2. If they get lost in transit, you can find them here.
A Dog & His Flea
(adapted from Jill Jauquet’s Doris: A Dog’s Life)
Original text found on http://www.timelessteacherstuff.com/
Narrator: An old dog made a big mistake. It moved in with a dreadful girl/boy named Doris/Dom who wore pink sneakers and chewed gum. The dog had met Doris in the park. S/he seemed nice enough at the time. S/he threw sticks and scratched it behind the ears, so the dog followed Doris/Dom home. When they got there, s/he begged her/his parents to let it stay.
Doris: I’ll feed it.
Dad: No you won’t. You need feeding yourself.
Doris: I’ll walk it, wash it, and brush it every day.
Mom: Oh Doris-darling. (To Dad – maybe next line can be non-verbal expression) I really don’t think she can do any of that…
Doris: If you don’t say ‘yes,’ I’ll hold my breath until I explode.
Mom: Don’t do that, Doris-darling.
Doris makes a big show of holding her breath.
Dad: STOP stop-breathing!
Mom: If she explodes, I’ll have to clean the Doris-bits off the furniture and floor…
Mom: You can keep the dog!
Narrator: Once Doris had the dog, however, she didn’t do anything that she had promised. She didn’t walk it. She didn’t play with it. She certainly didn’t wash and brush it. Before very long, the miserable animal was a mess—a tangle of hair and fleas.
One evening, the dog was lying on the hall rug, scratching. He scratched and scratched until finally a flea fell out of his fur and onto the floor.
Dog: Gotcha! I’ll bite you in two.
Flea: Gimme a break …
Dog: I will give you a break. Right down your middle.
Flea: Look, you’re making a big mistake. Let me live, and I promise that if I can ever help you out, I will. Bite me in half and you just get flea breath.
Dog: Help me? You?
Flea: I might save your life one day.
Dog: Save my life? (Roars with laughter) What’re you gonna do – become a veterinarian? Get me free tickets to the flea circus? (Roars with laughter) You know, flea, I like you. You really made me laugh. I won’t bite you in half. You’re free to go. So scram!
Narrator: One day, Doris forgot to close the back door on her way into the house. The dog escaped! On the streets, a kind-looking man whistled at it.
The happy dog wagged his tail and bounded over to the man, eager for a pat on the head. But the man grabbed the dog’s collar, and dragged it to a little truck. A sign on the truck said DOG POUND. Inside, a few other dogs were caught and barking and whining.
Man: Gotcha, you mutt! In where you belong.
Dog: I really know how to pick ‘em. (Sighs) No escape this time…
Suddenly the man let go of the dog’s collar and began slapping and scratching himself as if he were being attacked by fleas.
Flea: Ha-ha! It’s SUPER-Flea to the rescue! (to Dog) Quick, let’s get out of here.
Dog: Thanks! That was a narrow escape.
Flea: I promised to save you someday.
Dog: You’re right. I’ve learned the lesson that even a little friend can be a big help. Now my friend flea, to say “Thank you”, may I take you to dinner? How about you and I go out for a bite of Doris?