阿文的小毯子 Owen(1)

by Kevin Henkes

Parts(9): Narrator 1 Narrator 2 Narrator 3 Narrator 4 Narrator 5 Owen Mother Father Mrs. Tweezers

<><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>Narrator 1: OWEN, by Kevin Henkes

Narrator 2: Owen had a fuzzy yellow blanket. He’d had it since he was a baby. He loved it with all his heart.Owen: \"Fuzzy goes where I go,\"

Narrator 3: said Owen. And Fuzzy did. Upstairs, downstairs, in-between. Inside, outside, upside down.

Owen: \"Fuzzy likes what I like,\"

Narrator 4: said Owen. And Fuzzy did. Orange juice, grape juice, chocolate milk. Ice cream, peanut butter, applesauce cake.

Mrs. Tweezers: \"Isn't he getting a little old to be carrying that thing around? Haven't you heard of the Blanket Fairy?\"

Narrator 5: asked Mrs. Tweezers. Owen's parents hadn't. Mrs. Tweezers filled them in.Narrator 1: That night Owen's parents told Owen to put Fuzzy under his pillow.

Narrator 2: In the morning Fuzzy would be gone, but the Blanket Fairy would leave an absolutely wonderful, positively perfect, especially terrific big-boy gift in its place.

Narrator 3: Owen stuffed Fuzzy inside his pajama pants and went to sleep.Owen: \"No Blanket Fairy,\" Narrator 4: said Owen in the morning.Mother: \"No kidding,\" Narrator 4: said Owen’s mother.Father: \"No wonder,\"

Narrator 4: said Owen's father.Mother: \"Fuzzy's dirty,\" Narrator 5: said Owen's mother.Father: \"Fuzzy's torn and ratty,\" Narrator 5: said Owen's father.Owen: \"No, Fuzzy is perfect.\"Narrator 5: said Owen. And Fuzzy was.

Narrator 1: Fuzzy played Captain Plunger with Owen. Fuzzy helped Owen become invisible.Narrator 2: And Fuzzy was essential when it came to nail clippings and haircuts and trips to the dentist.

Mrs. Tweezers: \"Can't be a baby forever, haven't you heard of the vinegar trick?\"

Narrator 3: said Mrs. Tweezers. Owen's parents hadn't. Mrs. Tweezers filled them in.Narrator 4: When Owen wasn't looking, his father dipped Owen's favorite corner of Fuzzy into a jar of vinegar.

Narrator 5: Owen sniffed it and smelled it and sniffed it. He picked a new favorite corner.Narrator 1: Then he rubbed the smelly corner all around the sandbox, buried it in the garden, and dug it up again.Owen: \"Good as new,\"

Narrator 2: said Owen. Fuzzy wasn't very fuzzy anymore. But Owen didn't mind.

Narrator 3: He carried it. And wore it. And dragged it. He sucked it. And hugged it. And twisted it.

Mother: \"What are we going to do?\" Narrator 4: asked Owen's mother.Father: \"School is starting soon,\"

Narrator 4: said Owen's father.

Mrs. Tweezers: \"Can't bring a blanket to school, haven't you heard of saying no?\"

Narrator 4: said Mrs. Tweezers. Owen's parents hadn't. Mrs. Tweezers filled them in.Owen: \"I have to bring Fuzzy to school,\" Narrator 5: said Owen.Mother: \"No,\"

Narrator 5: said Owen's mother.Father: \"No,\"

Narrator 5: said Owen's father.

Narrator 1: Owen buried his face in Fuzzy. He started to cry and would not stop.Mother: \"Don't worry,\" Narrator 2: said Owen's mother.Father: \"It'll be all right,\"

Narrator 2: said Owen's father. And then suddenly Owen's mother said, Mother: \"I have an idea!\"

Narrator 3: It was an absolutely wonderful, positively perfect, especially terrific idea.

Narrator 4: First she snipped. And then she sewed. Then she snipped again and sewed some more. Snip, snip, snip. Sew, sew, sew. Mother: \"Dry your eyes. Wipe your nose.\" Owen: Hooray, hooray, hooray!

Narrator 5: Now Owen carries one of his not-so-fuzzy handkerchiefs with him wherever he goes.... And Mrs. Tweezers doesn't say a thing. Scripted by Jill Jauquet