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Social Drama – A Play about Bullying – Without Excuse



(Stage is set up with all four people very close together. The chairs should be almost overlapping. Have two in front and two in back, but not directly behind if you know what I mean. As each person says their part they can change positions, but at any given time all four should be in a different position, ie, one standing, one sitting, one slouching, etc.)

Person 1: It wasn’t supposed to end up like this. I mean, I didn’t really mean for this to happen. In fact, if you really look at the situation you’ll see that it wasn’t my fault at all. I wasn’t even involved. There is this guy at my school. Kind of a weird guy. Doesn’t quite fit in, if you know what I mean. He’s the kind of guy that keeps to himself and does his own thing. I never bothered him. I never really thought all that much about him. He was just there. And I was doing my own thing.

Person 1 and 2: It wasn’t really my fault at all.

Person 2: It wasn’t my idea. I just went along with it because my friends were. They thought that it would be funny to mess with this one guy at school. They just thought that if they broke into his locker and  stole his phone  we could all get a good laugh out of it. It wasn’t a big deal at all. I didn’t really even do anything,

Narrators freeze and  on the other part of the stage. There are four of them in front of a locker.

Bully 1: Quick hurry.

Bully 2: Come on, will you.

Bully 3: I am going as fast as I can.

Bully 4:  Look we got it.

Bully 1: Hmm don’t look now but guess who is here.

Victim: What are doing?

Bully 2: Stealing your phone. What are you going to do about it?

Bully 3: (pushes the victim to the ground).

Bully 4: We are taking your phone and you are not to stay anything.

Freeze for a moment and walk off stage quietly.

Person 3: I don’t know why people pick on me. I‘m really not all that different. I just like to keep to myself. I don’t feel like talking to a lot of people. I guess I’m kind of distracted when I’m at school. I have a lot of stuff going on at home, you know? And so I think about it a lot. Its hard to focus on everyone having fun when I’ve got so much stress at home. I’m not trying to be anti-social or anything, I just have a lot on my mind.

Narrators freeze and  on the other part of the stage.

Father is sleeping in the corner with a bottle. Victim is watching telly.

Mother comes into the room.

Mother: Look at the state of him. How long has he been like that?

Victim: Since I got home from school.

Mother: Wake up you silly fool.

Father:  (wakes and grunts) Shut you stupid cow.

They have a fight father goes to hit mother then everyone freezes.

Person 4: I really hate my school, though. People there are just so juvenile and unfocused. It really brings me down. I have a hard time focusing there and I don’t want to make trouble for myself.

Victim: Do you want to go into town after school?I don’t want to go home.

Person 4: No offence I’d like to but I don’t think I should be seen with you.

Victim: Why not?

Person 4: Because they might start on me then and I really don’t want that.

Person 4: They just kept picking on him. Every day there was something new. New signs on his locker, new nicknames for him. They just never let up. I didn’t think that it was my place to say anything. I mean, I wasn’t involved. I don’t even know him that well.

Person 3: I just need someone to listen to me. I don’t want them to fix my problems or even tell me what to do, I just want someone to listen. Someone to help me sort through everything that is in my head so that I don’t have to carry it all alone. It’s hard to be so alone all of the time.

Person 2: So we put stuff in his locker, right? Like a dead mouse.  And he didn’t do anything about it. He doesn’t get mad, doesn’t fight back, it’s as if he doesn’t even notice that we did anything. Well, that is it get ‘all of the lads really mad because they wanted to get at least some kind of rise out of this kid. So they devise even crazier stuff to get at him. I didn’t really think it was a good idea. I mean, this kid never did anything to any of us. But you can’t just say something like that to your friends. I mean, they’d think I was afraid or something, and I didn’t want that to happen. So I just let it go.

Narrators freeze on the other side of the stage.

Victim opens his locker sighs and throws the mouse in the bin and walks off.

Bully 1: What is his problem?

Bully2: Dunno.

Bully 3: We just have to think of something better.

Bully 4: Like what?

Person 1: I figured that a teacher would step in or something. If it got too bad someone would do something. And so I didn’t need to worry about it. I wasn’t doing anything wrong, so I should just stay out of it. Besides, these guys wouldn’t do anything too bad, right? I mean, they would stop before it got out of hand. It always stops before it gets out of hand.

Person 4: They are so out of hand at my school. Everyone swears all the time, and all anyone can talk about is getting drunk. I don’t do any of that stuff, of course. I. They have no excuse to be acting the way that they do.

Person 3: They just kept at me. I tried to ignore them, but they just kept on going. It was like the more that I ignored them the more they decided to pick on me.

Victim: Why won’t you just leave me alone? I just want to be left alone?

Bully 2: Oh, come on. You’re such a stupid little boy, why won’t you fight like a man.

Bully 3: I don’t want to fight you.

Bully 1: Why, are you scared?

(Back to talking to the audience. Person 3 should be sitting down now with their back to the audience, head down.)

Persons 1 and 2: No one was supposed to get hurt.

Person 1: This wasn’t supposed to happen. Someone was supposed to stop it. There is no way that this should have happened here. A teacher should have stopped this.

Person 4: I knew that something like this would happen.  I should have helped him but I didn’t I was too concerned with not been bullied myself.

Person 1: My excuse is that someone else was going to stop all of this.

Person 2: My excuse is that it was only a laugh nobody was meant to get hurt.

Person 4: My excuse is that  I had to look after myself.

Persons 1,2, and 4: My excuse is ……………………………………….

(As this last line is said Person 3 gets up and walks off stage, everyone else freezes.)







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The Buddha and the Angry Man – A play to help children handle insults

The Buddha and the Angry Man

(How to handle an insult)

Characters:  Storyteller, Buddha, Angry Man.

Storyteller: One day, the Buddha was walking from village to village to spread love and compassionate. (He walks slowly, looking around taking in the wonders of his surroundings.)

Buddha: What a lovely, sunny day it is for a walk.

(Suddenly, an angry man runs towards him, waving his fists.)

Angry Man: Who do you think you are?

Buddha: Whatever is the matter?

Angry Man: You that’s what is the matter, you walk around, thinking you know everything to teach goodness and love. You are just a fake, silly man in an orange robe.

Buddha: Come sit with me. (He guides towards a tree and they sit in the shade.)

Angry Man: (confused)

Why are you not angry with my insult?

Buddha: I’ve a question for you.

Angry Man: What?

Buddha: If you buy a present for someone and that person doesn’t want it then whom does the present belong to?

Angry Man: What a strange question. Me, of course, I bought the present.

Buddha: That’s right and its exactly the same with your anger.

Angry Man: That makes no sense.

Buddha: It’s very clear, if you become angry with me and I do not accept your anger then it falls back on you and all you succeed in doing is hurt yourself more.

Angry Man: What should I do?

Buddha: Rid yourself of your anger and become a more a loving person.

Angry Man: I will try. Thank you for teaching me this lesson. (They hug and wave goodbye to one another.)

Storyteller: The moral of story is when you have hate and anger towards other people only you are unhappy.

The Buddha and the Beggar Man – a children’s play about gratitude and destiny

Chinese New Year Free Play Script for Children. Chinese Zodiac Story.

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Monologues for Children – Girls

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Cinderella: (Cinderella is walking around the room, dusting the furniture.) Cinderella: I am so tired I can hardly keep my eyes open. I’ll never get all this dusting and polishing done before they come home from the ball. I wonder if I could ask some of my animal friends to help me. But they have all gone to sleep for the night. (Softly) Puss… puss… puss…. Wake up and help me and I’ll give you a nice saucer of milk. Oh dear, he’s too sleepy. I wonder if they are all having a nice time at the ball. (Sits down) I wish I was there. I’ll just sit down for a moment and imagine I am there too. (Falls asleep)

Sleeping Beauty: (Picks up letters from the ground, looks at them and throws them back down again.) Bad Fairy: Bills! Bills! Bills! No invitation here for me. The king and queen must have forgotten all about me. How could they do such a thing? I bet all the other fairies have their invitation to the princess’s Christening. But they are all goody-two shoes. (In a funny voice) “Yes King! No King! Three bags full King! Oh please invite us to your daughter’s Christening King.” I will get them back for this. How dare they! How very dare they? (Softly) I wonder … mmmmmmmmm … I know what I will do. Since all the other fairies will give her gifts. I will too. Now where is my book of magic? (Gets her book and opens the page.) Oh yes, here it is! I wish … I wish … that on her 21st birthday the princess will prick her finger and die. Ha! Ha! Ha!

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The Four Friends and the Hunter – 5 minute play based on the Panchatantra story.

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About the Panchatantra:
The Panchatantra is one of the world’s oldest books and even today it remains one of the most popular works of literature. It originated in India and was initially written in the Indian languages of Sanskrit and Pali. It is a collection of stories with morals that aim to help people to succeed in life. It is believed to have been written around 300 B.C by Vishnu Sharma. The Panchatantra has been translated into fifty languages and there are over two hundred different versions available.

Background to the Panchatantra:
The legend behind the Panchatantra is there once lived a king who had three sons. The sons were not very bright. The king was worried that they might not rule his kingdom justly and fairly when he died. The king asked a Brahmin called Vishnu Sharma to help his sons become more knowledgeable. Sharma decided to pass on his wisdom by the use of stories. In these stories, all animals take on human qualities. Pancha means “five” and tantra means “ways” or “principles.”
The five books or principles are:
Book 1: The separation of friends. (The Bull and the Lion.)
Book 2: The gaining of friends. (The Four Friends and the Hunter)
Book 3: Conflict and solutions. (The Owl and Crow)
Book 4: Loss of gains. (The Monkey and the Crocodile.)
Book 5: Ill-considered actions. (The Sage and the Mouse.)

Write Your Own Panchatantra Tale






Other character/s:






To help you write your own tale, the following is a list of the most common characters found in the Panchatantra:
                        The Four Friends and the Hunter

Characters: Three storytellers, mouse, crow, deer, turtle, two hunters.

Storyteller 1: Long, long, ago there lived three friends in the jungle.
Storyteller 2: There was a deer, a crow, and a mouse.
(Deer, crow and mouse are all jumping and playing with each other.)
Storyteller 2: They always played together and looked out for one another. One day, a turtle came along.
(Turtle plods slowly towards the three friends.
Turtle: Hello, everyone. May I play with you and be your friend?
Deer: Of course.
Crow: You are most welcome.
Mouse: Come and play with us now.
Storyteller 1: Then, suddenly, the mouse stopped and sniffed and he said…
Mouse: I smell some hunters.
Deer: What will we do?
Crow: Quick, let’s get out of here.
(Enter two hunters looking for prey.)
Storyteller 2: The deer darted through the jungle.
Storyteller 3: The crow flew high up into the sky.
Storyteller 2: And the mouse scarpered into a hole, but the turtle moved very slowly indeed.
Hunter 1: Oh no! We just missed that juicy deer.
Hunter 2: Never mind (points to turtle); we can catch that turtle and we will have delicious turtle stew for dinner.
(The hunters capture the turtle. They put a net over him and start to pull.)
Storyteller 3: The turtle’s three friends were very worried.
Mouse: They have caught the turtle!
Crow: How will we save him?
Deer: Listen, I have an idea. (They huddle up together and whisper to each other.)
Storyteller 1: The crow flew up into the sky and spotted the two hunters carrying the turtle near the river.
Crow: (shouts down and points) There they are.
Storyteller 2: The deer darted through the jungle and when she came to the path, she lay down as if she were dead.
Hunter 1: Do you see what I see?
Hunter 2: Yes, it is a dead deer.
Hunter: We really will eat like kings tonight.
Hunter 2: And we can sell its beautiful skin to the highest bidder.
Storyteller 3: In their excitement, they put down the turtle.
Storyteller 1: This was exactly what the deer had planned.
(Mouse sneaks out very quietly and starts to gnaw at the rope)
Turtle: I’m free! Thank you mouse. You are a true friend.
Mouse: Come with me.
(Turtle moves slowly and then disappears into the river and the mouse runs into the jungle.)
Storyteller 1: Just as the hunters were going to lean down and take the deer, she got up and darted off into the jungle.
Hunter 1: She wasn’t dead at all.
Hunter 2: Never mind, we still have the turtle.
Storyteller 2: They turned around and saw that the trap was empty and the turtle was gone.
Hunter 1: The trap is empty.
Hunter 2: (sighs) Looks like we will go hungry again tonight.
Storytellers: The moral of this story is this: A friend in need is a friend indeed.

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