THANKY-DOODLE! A Thanksgiving playlet for kids Copyright Frances K. Van Mil

 

THANKY-DOODLE!          A Thanksgiving playlet for kids!                                      Copyright Frances K. Van Mil

Owlet, (a young owl):  “ Well, Hullo there, Lil Pinky!  How goes the battle?  I mean, like, how are you?”

Lil Pinky, (a young pig): “ I-I-I’m just FINE,  thanks, Ow-Owlet!  I’m just pinky-porpoise-purply-FINE!

Owlet:  “Hmm!  Learning our “P” sounds, are we?  And what’s that you’ve got there?

Lil Pinky, turning away from Owlet to hide what he is holding:  “Oh, n-n-nothing much, Owlet, just  s-s-some goodies(for ME-ME-ME alone! I’m NOT at ALL in the mood to share!”

Owlet: “Oh tsk, tsk, whyever not?  I would share with you, and I’m feeling VERY hungry right this minute. I had a VERY poor night of hunting last night, if you want to know, and I’m starving! Whatcha  got, hmmm?”

Lil Pinky: ” Well you sure don’t LOOK as if you are starving! Oh, mostly just some S-S-Smarties, p-p-peanuts, and a c-c-couple of cookies.  But they are ALL for m-m-me!  I saved up my money and got them ALL BY MYSELF FOR ME, ME, ME  MYSELF AND I, and so I’m not sharing!

Owlet:  "Oops!  Didn’t you forget something? “

Lil Pinky: “Well, wh-what?  I’ve got the Smarties, I’ve got the peanuts, AND the cookies, so I d-d- didn’t forget anything!”

Owlet: “No, I mean, didn’t you forget that if it weren’t for God, you wouldn’t have anything at all?”

Lil Pinky: ”Yes, I would s-s-so!  I saved up this money all by myself.  I went to the store and bought them. And I am going to ea-eat them!  Just as soon as you stop interrupting m-m-me!

Owlet: “Well, who helped you to be born , then, huh?  And who helped you to earn spending money, eh?  And gave you the ability to do things, to walk, to eat….”

Lil Pinky: “All right, all right!  You’re right, Owlet!  I forgot that this is Thanksgiving, and so it’s a time to say thank you to God who made us and the whole world, and gave us things to eat, things we can do, and our wonderful parents!”

Owlet: “Well, that’s the idea, Lil Pinky!  In fact, we should ALWAYS thank God every day for all the things He gives us!”

Lil Pinky: “Yes, I’m sorry I forgot!  Hey, Owlet, since God helped me to get these treats, I feel more like sharing, now!  Have some Smarties…and there’s a cookie just for you!”

Owlet:” Well now, well now, little brother, you are really getting the idea!  Thank you!   And  HAPPY THANKSGIVING!”

The two friends go off together.

HAPPY THANKSGIVING, EVERYONE!

 

 

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