Today, on top of all the Valentine parties, Benjamin’s class was doing a reader’s theater. He had gone over his part with me last week, but last night he let it slip to daddy that he was nervous that people would laugh at him. As the prince, he had to proclaim his love and stroke this girl’s hair. He was sure that people would be making fun of him and that made him very nervous about his performance. I was able to talk to him while we were getting ready and had to explain to him that it wasn’t “Benjamin” saying “I love you” to his little friend, it was the “Prince” telling “Rafunzel” how much he loved her. I also had to explain to him that people were going to laugh because the play was funny, but that didn’t mean that they were thinking bad things about him or making fun of him. It took a little bit of convincing but he eventually got it.
We had Occupational Therapy this afternoon and I was so afraid that I would miss his performance, especially since he was going first. We made it there with only seconds to spare. I would have liked him to be a little louder but that will come with time and as he gets used to being in situations like this.
Narrator: There once was a woman named Rafunzel. She was the nicest person in the land. A wicked witch locked her away in a room at the top of a tall tower. Year after year, Rafunzel grew her blond hair until it was as long as the tower was high. A brace prince had heard that Rafunzel was trapped in the tower. One day, the Prince rode his horse to the tower nad called up to Rafunzel.
Prince: Rafunzel! Rafunzel! Throw down your hair, so I may climb your golden stair!
Narrator: Rafunzel threw down her hair. The Prince began to climb. But very soon he got tangled in a long pink ribbon.
Prince: (trying to tear off the ribbon) Oh, drat!
Narrator: The Prince continued to climb up Rafunzel’s long blond hair. But now the Prince was twisted in pink ribbon. Still, the Prince had heard that Rafunzel was very nice. He climbed a little higher and found that a mother bird had built a nest in Rafunzel’s hair. The mother bird was tending three tiny chicks.
Mother Bird (angry): Peck, peck, peck.
Three Chicks (hungry): Chirp, chirp, chirp.
Prince: (getting pecked): Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!
Narrator: The Prince escaped from the angry mother bird. He continued to climb up Rafunzel’s long blond hair. But now the Prince had been pecked by a bird and was twisted in pink ribbon. Still, the Prince had heard Rafunzel was very nice and very clever. He climbed a little higher and ran into another climber, hanging on to Rafunzel’s hair for dear life.
Climber: Hello, there.
Prince (surprised): Who are you?
Climber: I am a fellow climber. It is a long way to the top, I’m afraid. I have grown weary. I’ve stopped for a snack. Say, can I offer you a cup of tea?
Prince: Yes. That would be nice.
Climber: Jolly good. Here you are, then.
Prince (spilling the tea on his shirt): Oops! It’s hard to drink tea and hang on to Rafunzel’s hair at the same time.
Climber: Indeed it is, old chap, indeed it is. Well, best of luck to you.
Narrator: The Prince bid farewell to the other climber. He continued to scale Rafunzel’s long blond hair. But now the Prince was soaked in tea, pecked by a bird, and twisted in pink ribbon. Still, the Prince had heard Rafunzel was very nice and very clever and very pretty. He climbed a little higher and net an old hound dog.
Old Hound Dog: Wag, wag, wag. Lickety, lickety!
Prince: Good doggie. No. Good doggie. Uh… stop!
Old Hound Dog: (licking the Prince’s face) slurp, slurp, slurp
Narrator: The Prince got away from the old hound dog. He continued to climb up Rafunzel’s long blond hair. But now the Prince was coated in dog slobber, soaked in tea, pecked by a bird, and twisted in pink ribbon. Still, the Prince had heard that Rafunzel was very nice and very clever and very pretty and very funny. He climbed a little higher and ran into a bumble bee, attracted by the scent of Rafunzel’s luxuriant hair.
Bumble Bee: Buzz, buzz, buzz. Sting! Sting! Sting!
Prince (in pain): Eek! Argh! Eyah!
Narrator: The Prince hurried away from the bumble bee. He continued to climb up Rafunzel’s long blond hair. But now the Prince had one eye swollen shut from a bee sting, was coated in dog slobber, soaked in tea, pecked by a bird, and twisted in pink ribbon. Still, the Prince had heard that Rafunzel was very nice and very clever and very pretty and very funny and very good at Ping-Pong. At last he got to the top of the tower.
Prince: Rafunzel, I am here to rescue you and take you away.
Narrator: The Prince ran to Rafunzel and bent down on one knee.
Prince: Oh, dearest Rafunzel, will you be my wife? I am a prince and we shall live in my castle and be happy together.
Rafunzel: A prince! You’re a mess! You’re twisted in pink ribbon. You have bird peck marks on your cheeks! There’s tea all over your shirt! You have dog slobber dripping from your face! And your eye’s swollen shut from a bumble bee sting!
Prince: Well, nobody’s perfect. Look at you, Rafunzel! You need a haircut! Your hair is all full of ribbons and bird’s nests and climbers and old hound dogs and bumble bees!
Rafunzel: (furious) Well, I never!
Prince (furious): I’m outta hair. I mean… I’m outta here!
Narrator: The Prince turned to leave. But suddenly he was struck by an idea.
Prince: Hey, we may not be perfect. I’m twisted in ribbon, pecked by birds, soaked in tea, covered in dog slobber, and my eye is swollen shut from a bee sting. And your hair is full of ribbons and bird’s nests and climbers and hound dogs and bumble bees. Don’t you see, Rafunzel? We’re perfect for each other! I love you. Please say you’ll marry me.
Rafunzel (sadly): I would, my prince. But how can we both escape from this tower?
Narrator: The Prince realized it was true. He could climb back down Rafunzel’s hair. But how could they both escape together? To comfort Rafunzel, the Prince began to stroke her long blond hair. It was then that he found yet another thing tangled in her hair. It was a key!
Prince: What’s this?
Rafunzel: The key! I’ve been looking for that for seven years! We’re free! We’re free!
Narrator: The Prince and Rafunzel unlocked the door and walked down the stairs of the tower. And so our story ends. The ribbon-tied, bird-pecked, tea-soaked, dog-slobbered, bee-stung Prince and the very nice, very clever, very pretty, very funny, and very good at Pink-Pong Rafunzel with long blond hair full of ribbons and birds nests and climbers and old hound dogs and bumble bees got married and lived happily ever after.
Benjamin wasn’t in this next play but the kids were still cute! I’m so glad that Mrs. Guttman pushes these kids to work outside their comfort zones!