Parts(10): Narrator 1 Narrator 2 Narrator 3 Narrator 4 Narrator 5 Narrator 6 Buddy Father Mother Scruffy <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> Narrator 1: LISTEN BUDDY By Helen Lester Narrator 2: Buddy's father had a beautiful big nose. He was a great sniffer. Narrator 3: Buddy's mother had beautiful big teeth. She was a great chomper. Narrator 4: Buddy had beautiful big ears. It didn't matter. Narrator 5: When Buddy's parents sent him to the vegetable stand to get a basket of squash, he came home with a basket of wash. Narrator 6: When they asked him to buy fifteen tomatoes, he came home with fifty potatoes. Buddy's father said, Father: "Listen, Buddy, will you please bring me a pen?" Buddy: "Who?" Narrator 1: asked Buddy. Father: "You. Will you please bring me a pen?" Narrator 1: said his father. Buddy asked, Buddy: "A what?" Father: "A pen. Will you please bring me a pen?" Narrator 2: said his father. Buddy: "Sure," Narrator 2: said Buddy. When Buddy brought him a hen, Buddy's father said, Father: "Listen, Buddy!" Narrator 3: Buddy's mother said, Mother: "Listen, Buddy, will you please get me a slice of bread?" Buddy: "Who?" Narrator 3: asked Buddy. Mother: "You. Will you please get me a slice of bread?" Narrator 4: said his mother. Buddy asked, Buddy: "A what of what?" Mother: "A slice of bread. Will you please bring me a slice of bread?" Narrator 4: said his mother. Buddy said, Buddy: "Sure." Narrator 5: When Buddy sawed her bed apart, Buddy's mother said, Mother: "Listen, Buddy!" Narrator 6: Somehow Buddy's mind was always wandering too far away from those beautiful ears. His parents tried yelling. Mother and Father: "LISTEN, BUDDY!" Narrator 1: They tried whispering, Mother and Father: ³Listen, Buddy.² Narrator 1: Nothing worked. Narrator 2: One day Buddy got permission to go for a long hop. He had never before been allowed to go beyond the vegetable stand. His parents warned him, Mother: "Listen, Buddy. Just remember that at the end of the road, there are two paths." Father: "The path to the left will lead you around the pond and back home. But the path to the right will lead you to the cave of Scruffy Varmint." Mother: "And that Scruffy Varmint has a nasty temper, so be sure to take the path to the left." Buddy: "Right?" Narrator 3: asked Buddy. His parents said, Mother and Father: "Left." Buddy: "Right!" Narrator 4: said Buddy. And with a salute of his paw he hopped away. Narrator 5: Feeling very grown-up, Buddy hopped along, past the vegetable stand and on to the end of the road. He pondered, Buddy: "Now, let's see, was I supposed to go left or right? Or right? Or left?" Narrator 6: He thought as hard as he could. Buddy: "The last thing I said was 'Right!' so that must be...right." Narrator 1: Right he went. Twenty-five hops later, Buddy discovered that right was wrong. There in front of his cave was the Scruffy Varmint, doing scruffy things that varmints do, Narrator 2: like snarling, mussing his hair, rubbing dirt on his knees, and scratching a whole lot of itches. Narrator 3: At his feet was a large soup pot. Buddy asked, Buddy: "What are you going to do with that soup pot?" Scruffy: "What does one usually do with a soup pot‹bake pie? I'¹m going to make some soup." Narrator 4: replied the Scruffy Varmint, not too kindly. Buddy asked, Buddy: "Some what?" Scruffy: "Soup," Narrator 5: snarled the Scruffy Varmint. Buddy had forgotten his parents¹ warning about the Scruffy Varmint. He asked eagerly, Buddy: "May I help?" Narrator 6: The Scruffy Varmint was not fond of having company, but with help he'd have his soup sooner, so he said, Scruffy: "Allllll right, Bunnyrabbit, come help me gather firewood." Narrator 1: Buddy asked, Buddy: "Who, what?" Scruffy: "You. Firewood." Narrator 1: Buddy eagerly hopped ahead of the Scruffy Varmint. Very gently he gathered a large prickly bundle, which he held out proudly. Narrator 2: Roughly the Varmint grabbed the bundle. Scruffy: "I said firewood, not briarwood," Narrator 3: he yelped, plucking the sharp thorns from his paws. Narrator 4: Later, when the pot was filled with water, the Scruffy Varmint lay against a rock, licking his paws and barking orders. Scruffy: "Hustle, Bunnyrabbit. Get the flour." Buddy: "Yessir!" Narrator 5: said Buddy as he picked a bouquet of wildflowers. Scruffy: "Five pinches of salt." Buddy: "Yessir!" Narrator 6: said Buddy as he measured out 5 inches of salt. Scruffy: "Fifteen tomatoes." Buddy: "Yessir!" Narrator 1: said Buddy as he gathered fifty potatoes. Scruffy: "And a big load of squash." Buddy: "Yessir!" Narrator 2: said Buddy as he gathered a load of wash. Narrator 3: The Scruffy Varmint rose and gave the soup a stir. He took a taste. It tasted a little like...well, a little...maybe it needed some pepper. Scruffy: "Bunnyrabbit, get the pepper from the left side of the kitchen sink," Narrator 4: the Varmint growled. Buddy: "Who get the what from the where side of the where what?" Narrator 4: asked Buddy. The Scruffy Varmint repeated, Scruffy: "WHO GET THE WHAT FROM THE WHERE SIDE OF THE WHERE WHAT? Never mind." Narrator 5: He stalked into the kitchen and got the pepper himself and sprinkled it into the soup. He snarled, Scruffy: "There. Now, Bunnyrabbit, put the soup on the fire." Narrator 6: Buddy put the soup in the fire. The fire went Hssssssssss. So did the Scruffy Varmint. He howled, Scruffy: "I'll teach you. I WILL have soup! Bunnyrabbit soup! And I know just the bunny to use, the Bunnyrabbit who never listens!" Narrator 1: Buddy listened. He also hopped. Very very very fast. Faster than he had ever hopped in his life. Narrator 2: He whizzed up the road past the vegetable stand and into the safety of his house. Narrator 3: And a little later, when Buddy's parents asked him to bring a pen and a slice of bread, Buddy listened.
Scripted by Jill Jauquet