Narrator 1: Princess Miserella was a
Miserella: beautiful princess
Narrator 2: if you counted her eyes
(Miserella indicates eyes, nose, mouth and toes.)
nose and mouth and all the way down to her
Miserella: toes.
Narrator 1: But inside, where it was hard to see, she was the meanest
Narrator 2: wickedest,
Narrator 1: and most worthless
Narrator 2: princess around. She liked
Miserella: stepping on dogs! (Miserella makes such foot movements)
Narrator 1: She kicked kittens. (Miserella makes kicking actions)
Narrator 2: She threw pies
Miserella: in the cooks face, Tee Hee Hee.
Narrator 1: And she never,
(Miserella shakes head back and forth)
not even once, said "Thank you," or "Please."
Narrator 2: Now, in that very same kingdom, in the middle of the woods, lived a poor orphan
(Jane turns in)
named
Jane: Plain Jane!
Narrator 1: And plain she certainly was! Her hair was
Jane: short
Narrator 2: and turned down. Her nose was
Jane: long
Narrator 2: and turned up. And even if they had been the other way around, whe would not
have been a
Jane: great beauty.
Narrator 1: But, she loved animals! And, she was always kind to strange old ladies.
(Jane turns Back to Audience as Miserella turns in)
Narrator 2: One day, Princess Miserella rode her horse out of the palace
gates in a big huff.
(Miserella mimes riding horse.)
She rode and rode and rode,
Miserella: looking beautiful, as always
Narrator 1: even with her hair in tangles. She rode right in to the middle of the woods and
was soon
Miserella: LOST!
(Miserella mimes action)
Narrator 2: She got off her horse, and slapped it sharply for losing the way.
Narrator 1: The horse said nothing, but ran right back home.
Narrator 2: So there was the princess, lost in a dark wood without even her horse for company.
Suddenly
(Fairy turns in, sleepily.)
Princess Miserella tripped over a
Narrator 1: little old lady asleep under a tree. Now, little old ladies who
Fairy: sleep under trees in the dark woods,
Narrator 2: are almost always fairies in disguise.
Narrator 1: Miserella guessed who the little old lady was, but she did not care.
(Miserella mimes kicking action)
She kicked the old lady, hard on the bottoms of her feet.
Miserella: Get up and take me home,
Narrator 2: said the princess quite rudely.
Narrator 1: So the old lady got to her feet very slowly
Fairy: for the bottoms now hurt!
Narrator 2: She took Miserella by the hand. She used only her thumb and second finger to hold
Miserella's hand, for Fairies know
Fairy: quite a bit about that kind of princess!
Narrator 1: They walked and walked even deeper into the woods.
Narrator 2: There they found a little house. It was dreary
Narrator 1: The floors sank
Narrator 2: The walls stank
Narrator 1: And the roof leaked--even on sunny days. But Jane made the best of it. She
(Jane speaks from over her shoulder, still BTA)
Jane: planted roses around the door.
Miserella: This is not my home!
Narrator 2: Said Miserella with a sniff.
Fairy: Nor mine.
Narrator 1: Said the Fairy.
Narrator 1 & They walked in without knocking.
Narrator 2:
(Jane turns in.)
Narrator 2: And there was Jane.
Jane: It's mine.
Narrator 1: She said sweetly.
Narrator 2: The princess looked at Jane down and up, and up and down.
Miserella: Take me home,
Narrator 1: said Miserella,
Miserella: and as a reward, I willl make you my maid.
Fairy: Some reward!
Narrator 2: said the Fairy to herself. Out loud she said,
Fairy: If you could take both of us home, I could probably squeeze out a wish or two.
Miserella: Make it three,
Narrator 1: said Miserella to the fairy,
Miserella: and I'll get us home!
Narrator 2: Plain Jane smiled a thin little smile. The birds began to sing.
(All make bird song noises.)
Jane: My home is your home
Narrator 1: said Jane.
Fairy: I like your manners
Narrator 2: said the Fairy.
Fairy: And for that good thought, I'll give you three wishes.
Narrator 1: Princess Miserella was not pleased. She stamped her foot.
Fairy: Do that again,
Narrator 1: said the Fairy, taking a pine wand from her pocket
Fairy: and I'll turn your foot to stone.
Narrator 2: Just to be mean, Miserella stamped her foot again.
Narrator 1: And quick as a wink, the Fairy waved her pine wand and Miserella's foot was turned
to stone.
(Miserella screams a little shriek.)
Fairy: Well, I warned you! What did you expect?
(Plane Jane sighs a loud sigh.)
Jane: Well, my first wish is that you change her foot back.
Narrator 2: The Fairy made a face.
Fairy: I like your manners, but not your taste
Narrator 1: she said to Jane.
Fairy: Still, a wish is a wish.
Narrator 2: The Fairy moved the wand.
Fairy: Allah Kazam!
Narrator 1: The princess shook her foot. It was no longer made of stone.
Miserella: Hmmm! Guess