This ain't the co-op
Needs to be 85 or more words so here's a story babes
Scene 1
A mouse took a stroll through the deep dark wood
Fox: (slyly) Where are you going to, little brown mouse? Come and have lunch in my underground house.
Mouse: (happily) It's terribly kind of you, Fox, but no (shakes his head). I'm going to have lunch with a gruffalo.
Fox: (confused) A gruffalo? What's a gruffalo?
Mouse: (shocked) A gruffalo! Why, didn't you know? He has terrible tusks (makes pretend
tusks with fingers) and terrible claws (makes hands look like claws and terrible
teeth in his terrible jaws (points to his mouth). Fox: Where are you meeting him?
Mouse: Here, by these rocks (points), and his favourite food is roasted fox.
Fox: (Frightened) Roasted fox! (raises his eyebrows) I'm off! Goodbye, little mouse (runs
away).
Mouse: (Laughing to himself) Silly old fox! Doesn't he know, there's no such thing as a
gruffalo
Scene 2
The mouse continued to walk through the deep, dark wood
Owl: (Wisely) Where are you going to, little brown mouse? Come and have tea in my treetop house.
Mouse: (Happily) It's frightfully nice of you, owl, but no (Shakes his head). I'm going to have tea with a gruffalo.
Owl: (Asking politely) A gruffalo? What's a gruffalo?
Mouse: A Gruffalo! Why, didn't you know? He has knobbly knees (points to his knees), and
turned out toes (points to his toes) and a poisonous wart on the end of his nose
(puts his finger tip on the tip of his nose). Owl: Where are you meeting him?
Mouse: Here by this stream and his favourite food is owl ice cream.
Owl: (Frightened) Owl ice cream? Toowhit toowhoo! Goodbye little mouse! (Flies away
quickly).
Mouse: (Laughing to himself) Silly old owl! Doesn't he know, there's no such thing as a
gruffalo
Snake:
Mouse:
Snake: Mouse:
Snake: Mouse: Snake:
Mouse:
Scene 3
The mouse walked on through the deep dark wood.
(Hissing quietly) Where are you going to, little brown mouse? Come for a feast in my log pile house.
(Happily) It's wonderfully good of you, Snake, but no (Shakes his head). I'm having a feast with a gruffalo.
(Asking politely) A gruffalo? What's a gruffalo?
A gruffalo! Why, didn't you know? His eyes are orange (turns hands into glasses), his tongue is black (sticks tongue out) and he has purple prickles all over his back (uses thumb of point to his back).
Where are you meeting him?
Here, by this lake and his favourite food is scrambled snake.
(Frightened) Scrambled snake! It's time I hid! Goodbye, little mouse. (Slithers away rapidly)
(Laughing quietly to himself) Silly old Snake! Doesn't he know, there's no such thing as a gruffal... (Stops laughing suddenly read more