Sausage, Mouse, and Bird

           Once upon a time, there was a mouse, a sausage, and a bird. They all had their own personal jobs: mouse fetched water from the well to make soup, bird collected twigs to heat the soup, and sausage swam around in the soup to flavor it. All day, all night, all year, that was all they did. Life was quite boring. One day, bird came up with an absurd idea that mouse and sausage somehow had the easiest jobs, and he wanted to trade. Mouse was like "Yeah, okay man," but sausage was skeptical. He said, " Ze zwimming eez very hart to do. I am preety sure dat you would burn up in ze pot." (Apparently he has an accent. I don't know from where.) But bird insisted and mouse did too, so sausage shrugged and went along with it. The next day, bird went out to fetch a pail of water. He fell into the well, and since it's hard to fly with wet feathers, he drowned. Sausage went into the woods to collect twigs, and upon smelling sausage, dozens of forest animals came out and picked him to pieces. Mouse, all alone, waited and waited for sausage and bird to come home, but they never did, so he he heated the leftover soup from the day before. He tried to flavor the soup, but ended up a boiled rodent instead.

Lesson of the story: Listen to the sausage.
It's a classic fairy tale.


Anyway, callbacks were today and it was fun. we don't have enough people to do the original play, so I think we are doing Four Little Words.  Ignore the typos.

BYEEEE :)