IN THE SOUP

Adapted from the French Folktale, “Stone Soup” 

by 

JUDY WOLFMAN

Music and Lyrics 

by 

David Reiser

In The Soup

Copyright 2003

by Judy Wolfman and David Reiser

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NOTE:  Some character names are both masculine and feminine to assist in casting.

BAND MEMBERS

Jack/Jackie – The leader of the band, self-assured; plays the trumpet.

Patrick/Patricia – Rather arrogant member of the band; plays drums.

Chris/Christine – Mild-mannered, quiet individual; plays the clarinet.

Dan – (Male only) Naïve and sentimental, who collects stones as reminders of their travels; plays the tuba.

Jerry/Gerry – Intelligent and clever band member; plays the trombone.

Bob/Bobbie – A worrier, often troubled, and argumentative; plays the flute.

(The trumpet, clarinet, and flute should be played by females, unchanged male voices or adult males who can sing a good, strong falsetto. The tuba should be played.) by a male with the lowest/strongest voice. The trombone and drum can be played by either a male or female.)

VILLAGE CHILDREN (any age desired; typical children.)

Al/Alice

Carl/Carla 

Sam/Samantha                           

Jean/Gene 

Mike/Mickey                                 

Steve/Stephanie 

Child in House #2 - shy

VILLAGE ADULTS

Old Woman – sweet, kindly

Man – hard-working farmer, thoughtful and sympathetic to others 

Teen-age Girl – flirtatious, a bit wistful and romantic

Teen-age Boy – tries hard to be macho

Young Lady – overburdened with kids, trying to cope with life

NOTE:   Additional adults and children may be cast to fill a scene if desired.

SCENES

Scene I On the Road, evening – in front of the curtain

Scene 2 A Small Village – the next day

Scene 3 A Small Village – the following morning

             "PLAYING" THE VARIOUS INSTRUMENTS

  Although the script calls for six band members, there can be more, doubling the various  instruments. The proper way to "play" each instrument is as follows:

  TRUMPET. Left hand in front, about six inches from chin, "grasping" the bottom of the trumpet valves. The right hand is directly above with the first three digets "fingering" the valves; elbows close to the body. Should be strong female or unchanged male voice (or strong male falsetto) making nasal, rather piercing "taah" sound.

  CLARINET. Left hand (closest to the chin) and right hand at a 45-degree angle from the mouth with fingers slightly curled and thumbs underneath. Should be female or unchanged voice (or male falsetto) making a mellow "doo" sound.

  FLUTE. Left hand (closest to the chin) and right hand making 90-degree angle to the right of the chin. Fingers of left hand point toward the back, fingers of right hand point toward the front; fingers slightly curled with thumbs underneath. Should be female or unchanged male voice making a bright "dee" sound.

  TROMBONE. Index and middle finger of left hand form a "v" directly under mouth, with rest of fingers and thumb clenched under chin. Right hand  moves "slide" back and forth a bit less than a 90-degree angle from the mouth.  Should be strong male voice making a nasal "tah" sound.  

  TUBA. Hands placed similar to that of the trumpet, but elbows out and back slightly hunched as if carrying heavy weight. Should be lowest/strongest male voice making a hollow "bmm" sound.

  DRUM. Arms against side of torso, forearms out front at 90-degree angle. Left hand "plays" by rotating wrist; right hand by moving entire forearm up and down. (NOTE: this is an older drumming technique since our play is of earlier times; today both hands are played like the right hand.) Can be male or female; sound should be a crisp "rmm-tmm" with the "r" rolled if possible.

 MUSICAL NUMBERS

Overture   Instrumental

Opening March     Band Members

Stones      Dan and Band

Games     Village Children

Now’s the Time to Wake Up!      Band Members

Stone Soup    Jerry, Woman, Teen Boy, Teen Girl, Lady, Jack

Soup’s (Almost) On           Carl, Lady, Alice, Sam, Jean, Villagers and 

Band Members

The Schottische              Jerry and Band Members

Friendship        Band Members

Stones (Reprise)           Dan, Band Members

Now’s the Time for Leaving (Reprise)   Band Members

Bows   Instrumental

PRODUCTION NOTES

Costumes should be simple in style, not too modern.

Scene I is played in front of the curtain with one tree.

Scene 2 and 3 – 6 house fronts, a few bushes and/or trees on the set

PROPERTIES

Scene 1 – stone on the ground near where DAN will sit; pouch or sack of stones (DAN); half a slice of bread (JERRY); small cookie (PAT);

Scene 2 – ball (ALICE); sticks (CHILDREN); matches (JACK); pot (CARL); onions (WOMAN); carrots (BOY); celery (GIRL); potatoes (LADY); assorted vegetables (VILLAGERS); spoon (A VILLAGER); salt & pepper shakers (CHILD); cut-up beef (MAN); assorted tables, tablecloths, newspaper, chairs, benches, bowls, spoons, mugs, glasses, napkins (VILLAGERS AND CHILDREN); dipper (WOMAN); stack of 6 bowls and spoons (MAN); plate of rolls (BOY); plate of butter (GIRL); jar of jelly (CHILD); two jugs of cider (WOMAN); plate of cookies (LADY);

Scene 3 – stone on ground near DAN’S foot (DAN); rabbit’s foot (MAN)

  IN THE SOUP

SCENE 1 – ON THE ROAD

As the show opens, a group of musicians enter from the back of the auditorium, or from one side of the stage.  Each BAND MEMBER “plays” an imaginary instrument (clarinet, trumpet, flute, tuba, drum and trombone.)  Each will sing, imitating a particular instrument’s sound, while making the motions of playing that instrument.  (See “Playing” the Various Instruments.)  The BAND plays/sings until reaching CENTER STAGE, in front of the curtain.  CHRIS (clarinet) stops playing, sits;  DAN (tuba) stops playing; one by one the other players stop, leaving only JACK (trumpet) and PAT (DRUM) playing.

JACK (Stops playing.):  Hey, what’s going on?  Why did you quit playing?

PAT:  Come on, keep going.

CHRIS:  It’s no use.  This is just not working. All we’re doing is fooling ourselves.

DAN:  Yeah.  How can we sound like a real band if we don’t have any real instruments to play?

JERRY:  We’re not blaming you, Jack.  We know this isn’t your fault.

BOB:  The heck it isn’t!  Who told us to sell our instruments?  (Points to JACK.) – You!

JACK:  Wait a minute.  Let me refresh your memory.  We didn’t have any work. We didn’t have any food.  We didn’t have any money.  Remember?

BOB:  Yes, I remember.  But if we had kept our instruments, at least we’d be able to use them if a playing job would have come along.  

JERRY:  Not much chance of that happening.  We’re in the middle of a drought. Nobody can afford to hire a band.

JACK:  That’s what I mean.  (Speaking in a slow, definite manner.) With no jobs we had no money.  No money, no food.  So we had to sell our instruments so we had money to buy food.  Get it?

BOB:  Yeah, I got it.  But I still wish I had my flute. It’s so much fun to play, especially since I can play so much higher than the rest of you.  (BOB demonstrates playing the flute, playing a little bit of “Opening March.”) I especially like this tune.

CHRIS:  Me, too.  Wasn’t that the folk tune we learned when we were in Ireland?

BOB:  Yeah.  It’s one of their folk songs, “The Rakes of Mallow.”  It was fun watching the folks dancing the jig while I played.

DAN:  It was more fun watching you run after that little boy dressed in green that you thought was a leprechaun.

BOB:  Well, he looked like a leprechaun.  I wasn’t going to miss my chance of finding a pot of gold.

JACK:  (To BOB.)  Well, you may be able to play higher, but I can play a lot louder.  Remember when we played at the festival in Germany?   Everyone in the crowd was clapping and marching around while I blasted away, fingering those valves (Flutters the first three fingers of his right hand.) faster than I ever did before in my life!   It took me many years of practicing to get that good.  Now that I can’t play every day, I’ll get rusty. (Sighs.)  

DAN:  Remember when we were in England, standing in front of Buckingham Palace?

BOB:  Yeah, I remember.  We were trying to make the guards smile, but we couldn’t make them even blink.

DAN:  So I started playing my tuba – lower and lower, and as the notes got lower, so did I – (Demonstrates, making tuba sounds going lower as he physically gets lower.) until I was on the ground.  You were hysterical, but the guards still didn’t crack a smile.  Boy, I miss my tuba.

JERRY:  And I miss my trombone.  You know, the tuba might go lower and the other instruments might go higher, but I can do something none of you can.  (Demonstrates a glissando while “moving the slide” back and forth.)

DAN:  I remember you doing that in Paris from the top of the Eiffel Tower.  I can still see you bending forward and back and moving your slide back and forth.  It’s too bad the guard called the gendarmes.

JERRY:  Those French police were pretty excited.  They thought I was going to fall.  But before long, they were bouncing up and down to my playing just like the rest of the crowd below.  Playing the trombone isn’t easy, even when you’re on the ground.  It took many years to know where to stop the slide to get the right pitch.  

PAT:  Remember when the owner of the “Wicky Wacky Club” almost kicked you out of the band?

OTHERS:  What?

PAT:  Yeah, he thought you were letting things slide!  (Laughs hysterically at his own joke.  Others frown at him and do not laugh.)

CHRIS:  (Getting back on track.)  You people on the brass instruments have it easy.  All you have to worry about is three valves or a slide.  I’ve got to use all my fingers to play.

BOB:  Me, too.  And you play your brass instruments so loud you drown out us woodwinds.

CHRIS:  (To BOB.) But at least you flute players don’t have to contend with reeds.   They’re always splitting or chipping – usually at the worst possible time – like in the middle of a song.

JACK:  Wait a minute, friend.  If you think it’s easy playing a trumpet . . .

DAN:  Or a huge, heavy tuba . . .

JERRY:  Or a slide trombone – you’ve got another think coming. 

PAT:  Hey, what about me?  A drum isn’t so easy to play either.

JACK:  At least you don’t have to worry about hitting the right pitches.  All you have to do is beat your sticks on a drum.

PAT:  There’s more to it than just “beating the sticks”.  It takes a very delicate wrist action to play the many different rhythms.  Like this (Demonstrates the flick of the wrist.) and you have to always keep a steady beat, or else you’d all be playing at different tempos.  (Breaks into “drumming,” making appropriate sounds.)

JERRY:  Yeah, but drummers are lucky,

PAT:  Why do you say that?

JERRY:  ’Cause when they want to leave in a hurry, they just take their drum and beat it! (Laughs hysterically.)  Gotcha back!

DAN:  (Sighs.)  All this talk about playing our instruments makes me really miss my tuba.  

BOB:  And I want my flute back.  Jack, this is all your fault!  I know, I know – we had to sell them to get money, so we could . . .

JACK:  . . . eat!  Looks like you have a big problem with this, Bob, and I’m sorry.  I really am.  Does anyone else have a problem with this?  (No one answers.)  Good.  Then let’s get on with it.

PAT:  Get on with what?  Practicing our make-believe instruments with our voices?

CHRIS:  I think Jack means get on with our lives – make a plan.  Am I right,  Jack?

JACK:  Yes!  Anyone have any ideas?

DAN:  I don’t have any ideas – yet.  But I’d like to know what went wrong?   We were really hot!

JERRY:  Good choice of words, Dan.  If you remember, this summer has been the hottest on record.  

BOB:  With no breaks in the heat.

PAT:  And no rain.  Just one long drought.

CHRIS:  Crops didn’t grow, and what did grow soon died.

JERRY:  With no rain there are no crops, no food . . .

PAT:  . . . no money, no jobs

JACK:  .. . .and the people who hired us couldn’t pay us, so we got caught in the middle.

BOB:  Yeah – and now we’re here - somewhere in the country – with nothing except the clothes we’re wearing.  What a fine kettle of soup we’re in.

JACK:  Fish.

BOB:  Huh?

JACK:  It’s a fine kettle of fish – not soup.

BOB:  Whatever.  We’re still in a mess.

JERRY:  We sure had it good for a while though, didn’t we?  Playing at some of the biggest events in Europe.

DAN:  (Picks up a stone from the ground and pulls a pouch from his pocket.)  This is beautiful.  (He rubs the stone.)  And so smooth – why it doesn’t have any sharp edges at all.  Look – (He shows it to the others.)

CHRIS:  I don’t get it – you carry a heavy bag of stones around with you all the time.  What’s the big deal with a bunch of stones?

DAN:  They’re my memories.  Each stone reminds me of the places we’ve been.  (MUSIC CUE:  “Stones.”  DAN takes some stones from the sack, examines them.  Sings.)

Each stone brings back a memory

Of the way that it used to be

In the days we played throughout the land.

Each from somewhere that we appeared;

Oh how loudly the people cheered –

Ev’rybody loved to hear our band!

(DAN holds up a stone for each place he refers to)

I got this stone in London, where we played before the king.

I picked this up in Spain while I was in a bullfight ring.

I found this stone in Switzerland while climbing up a mountain

And this, from Rome, was in the water of the Trevi fountain.

This one’s a little piece of an Egyptian pyramid

I could keep going on about these stones, but if I did

I know I’d start to feel so very sad,

Rememb’ring all the happy times we had.

(DAN puts stones back in sack)

So these stones I will put away

And just hope for a better day;

We will try to get by until then –

And pray those happy days will come again.

(All)

Each stone brings back a memory.

DAN:  (Holds up the new stone.) This new stone is my wishing stone.  Since we don’t know where we are, it will have to be a memory for on the road.  So, I’ll just wish that we’ll find food, a bath, real beds to sleep on, and get home – soon. 

JERRY:  (Pulls out half a piece of bread and holds it up.) This is the last of my food, so I hope your wish will come true.

PAT:  This is it for me!  (Pulls out a small cookie from a pocket.)

BOB:  I liked the part about the bath.  (Scratches his head and body.)  I itch all over.  Oh, to soak in a tub of hot water!

CHRIS:  I’m hungry and dirty, too, but what I want more than anything is a soft bed.  I’m tired of sleeping on the hard ground with ants and bugs crawling into my ears every night.  (Looks at the ground around him.)  Wouldn’t you know it?  I’m right near an anthill!  

PAT:  (Begins to giggle.  Puts both hands up to mouth to stifle laugh.)

CHRIS:  Now what?

PAT:  Is an ant hill anything like an uncle hill?  (Breaks into gales of laughter.  Others groan and ignore Pat.)

CHRIS:  Enough’s enough.  I don’t see anything funny about sitting on an ant hill.(Moves to a tree and leans against it.)  Maybe I’ll be okay here.  (Yawns, stretches, closes his eyes.)  The sun is going down, and I’m bushed.  I don’t know about you , but I’m going to get some shut-eye.

JERRY:  Good idea.  It’s been a long, tiring day for all of us.  Good night, everyone.

JACK:  ’Nite.  (Looks around for a spot to lie down, then looks into the distance.)  Hey, look!  (Points STAGE RIGHT.  Everyone looks in that direction and gets excited.)

JERRY:  Lights twinkling!  And they’re too low to be stars.

BOB:  Maybe it’s a town or a village.

JACK:  Let’s get a good night’s sleep, and first thing in the morning, we’ll head for civilization!

PAT:  And food!

BOB:  A bath!

CHRIS:  A real bed!

DAN:  My wishing stone worked!  My wish is starting to come true!

(They all find their resting place and go to sleep as the lights go to BLACK.  All that can be heard is a variety of snores)

SCENE 2 – THE NEXT MORNING IN A VILLAGE

As the curtain opens, children are sitting or lying around in various positions, in three groups, looking bored.

ALICE:  I’m bored.

CARL:  Me too.  Let’s do something.

ALICE:  What do ya wanna do?

CARL:  I dunno.  What do you wanna do?

ALICE:  (Picks up a ball that’s next to her, bounces it a few times.  MUSIC CUE:  “Games.”  Sings:)

Bounce the ball,

Bounce the ball

On the ground

Or off the wall (Bounces ball off the wall.)

CARL:  You would have (Grabs ball.) a lot more fun, if you’d play with everyone. (Bounces ball to another child who bounces it to another, etc.) 

(Music continues; ball is bounced from child to child until SAM says.)

SAM:  I’m tired of playing ball.  (He sings.)  Let’s play hide and seek (covers eyes with hands, one eye uncovered.)

JEAN:  Hey!  No fair to peek!

SAM:  I’ll cover my eyes and count to ten – (Covers eyes fully this time.)

JEAN:  And I’ll be out of sight by then! (Hides behind something; other children could run and hide, too.)

(Music continues until MIKE sings.)

MIKE:  Tag, you’re it! (Hits STEVE hard on shoulder.)

STEVE:  (Holds shoulder as if in pain.) Ouch!

MIKE:  It didn’t hurt a bit!

STEVE:  Oh, yeah?  I’m gonna hit you worse -

MIKE:  But you have gotta catch me first!   (Starts running followed by STEVE.)

(Music continues while STEVE chases MIKE for awhile, then song is sung in counterpoint with the each group redoing its staging.)

*More than six children can be involved; six is the minimum number needed.  

(At one point, ALICE throws the ball to CARL, who misses and chases it STAGE RIGHT, and picks it up.)

CARL:  (Shouting.) Some people are coming!  (All the kids stop what they’re doing and slowly look to where CARL is pointing.)

ALICE:  Who are they?

CARL:  I don’t know, but they’re making strange sounds.

STEVE:  What kinda’ sounds?

CARL:  Sorta like music – but . . .

SAM:  No one ever comes here.  We’re miles from nowhere.

JEAN:  I know who they are!

EVERYONE:  Who?

JEAN:  They’re strangers!

EVERYONE:  (Excited and scared.) Strangers?  (They babble about the strangers.)

MIKE:  We better go home.  My mother said if ever I see a stranger, I should go home right away.

STEVE:  Me, too.

(All of the children run – some go inside their homes; some hide behind their homes; some hide behind a tree or wherever else they can.)

(BAND begins singing “Now’s the Time to Wake Up” OFFSTAGE RIGHT and enter as they sing:)

Now’s the time to wake up, wake up, wake -

It’s breakfast time, c’mon, get out of bed!

We’re so very hungry, we can’t take it! Could you maybe spare a loaf of bread?

PAT:  (Sings.)  And some eggs…

BOB:  (Sings.)  And some ham…

JERRY:  (Sings.)  And some…

JACK:  Where IS everybody? You’d think they would’ve heard us.

DAN:  Yeah, we’re not being very subtle.

PAT:  They’re probably all inside their homes – eating a hearty meal.  (He licks his lips and rubs his stomach.)  Sure wish I could join them.

CHRIS:  Maybe we can, if we knock on a few doors and ask them.

JERRY:  Chris is right – nothing ventured, nothing gained.  I say we each take a house and give it a go.

JACK:  I’m with you.  (Points to the end house STAGE LEFT.)  I’ll take the house at the end of the street.  The rest of you pick a house and put on your charm.  This will be our meeting spot.  (He points to where he’s standing.)  Now go – and good luck!  (Everyone heads to a house, getting ready – finger-combing hair, tucking shirts into pants, brushing off dirt, etc.)

BOB:  (Knocks on door of first house, STAGE RIGHT.)  I sure hope someone is home.    

(An OLD WOMAN opens the door.)

WOMAN:  Yes?  

BOB:  Good morning, ma’am.  My name is Bob, and I’m with a band . . .

WOMAN:  You’re with a what?

BOB:  A band – there are six of us, and we’re mighty hungry.  We were wondering if you could give us something to eat.

WOMAN:  I wish I could, son, but the truth is, my husband and I have scarcely enough food for the two of us.  I’m sorry.  (She closes the door slowly, and BOB walks away, toward the MEETING SPOT.)

JACK:  (Knocks on door of House #6 – STAGE LEFT.)  I’ll be the most charming person these people have ever met.  (Whistles as the door opens by a young woman holding a baby)

LADY:  (Looks at JACK suspiciously.)  What do you want?

JACK:  Not much, ma’am.  Just something to eat for me and my friends.  You see . . .

LADY:  Are you kidding?  You want something to eat from here?  Young man, I have five children, plus this baby and a husband, to feed, and most of the time their bellies are empty.  There’s no way I can feed you and your friends, too.  (She  slams the door.  JACK is stunned – shakes his head, then heads for the MEETING SPOT.)

PAT:  (Walks sprightly to House #2 and knocks on the door.  A YOUNG CHILD opens the door a crack and shyly looks out.)

PAT:  Hi!  What’s your name?  (No answer.)  Is your mommy home?  

CHILD:  (Calling into the house.)  Mama, a stranger wants you.  (Pause.)  Huh?  (Pause.)  Okay.  (Turns back to PAT.)  Mama says she don’t want to talk to you.  Mama says you better leave.

PAT:  Just ask your mama if she could spare some . . .(CHILD closes the door, leaving  PAT with his mouth wide open.)  Oh, man, I didn’t even get a chance to ask.  (He heads for the MEETING SPOT.)

JERRY:  (Knocks on door of House #5; coughs a few times and clears his throat.  Door is opened by a TEEN-AGE BOY.)

BOY:  Yeah?  What do you want?

JERRY:  A moment of your time, if I may.  You see, my friends and I are musicians, and we’ve run into some bad luck, which means we have no money.  

BOY:  If you’re musicians, then where are your instruments?

JERRY:  Sad to say, we had to sell them so we could buy some food.  But now we have no money, or food, and we’re looking for something to eat.  Might you be able to spare some food?

BOY:  Hah!  That’s a good one.  You come here looking for food?  Well, let me tell you something – we’re looking for food, too.  Sorry, buddy.  You better look some place else.  So long.   (Closes the door.)

JERRY:  Darn.  For a while I thought that since he was about our age, he would be the answer to our prayers.  Just goes to show you that you can’t tell about someone from the way he looks.  (Heads to the MEETING SPOT, where he joins BOB, JACK and PAT.  They’re all sitting around, dejectedly, not talking.)

CHRIS:  (Passes the four boys sitting down and waves.)  Looks like things didn’t go so good with you guys, huh?  (They nod and groan, ad libbing appropriate remarks.) Well, maybe I’ll hit the jackpot.  Wish me luck.  (Walks up to House #3 and knocks on the door, which is opened by a MAN.)

MAN:  Are you lost, son?

CHRIS:  No, sir, I’m not lost.  But I am looking for something.

MAN:  Yeah?  What are you looking for?

CHRIS:  Food for me and my friends. (Indicates the others sitting in the street.)

MAN:  Well, son, I’m afraid you won’t find any here.  We’ve had a bad drought, you know.

CHRIS:  Yes, sir, I know.

MAN:  See those fields behind my house?  They used to be filled with crops – corn,  tomatoes, beans, potatoes – every kind of food you can think of. Now the  ground is brown and hard.  Nothing growing there.  Why, I can’t even feed my own family.  So, how could I possibly feed you and your friends?  I’m sorry, but I just can’t.  But I sure wish you all good luck.  (Closes the door.)

CHRIS:  (Turns and joins the others.)  Looks like I struck out, too.  Dan is our last hope.  (Calls to DAN, who is approaching House #4.)  It’s up to you, Dan.  Go for it!

DAN:  I’ll do my best. (Knocks on the door, which is opened by a TEEN-AGE GIRL.)

GIRL:  (Smiling and flirting.)  Hello, there.

DAN:  (Gulps.)  Hello, there back.

GIRL:  What can I do for you?

DAN:  Well, you could make my wish come true.

GIRL:  Oh?  And what is your wish?

DAN:  I wished that my friends and I would find something to eat when we got here. Can you do it?  Make my wish come true by giving us some food?

GIRL:  I sure wish I could, but I can’t.  Honest.  I’m sorry, but things have really been bad around here.  My daddy lost his job, and we don’t have no money.  And we don’t have much food left either.  I have the same wish that you have – and mine hasn’t come true either.  

DAN:  I’m sorry to hear that.  Maybe, if we wish hard enough, both of our wishes will come true. 

GIRL:  Maybe.  I’ll sure try.  I wish you luck, though.

DAN:  Well, thanks anyway.  And good luck to you, too.  (Closes the door slowly, watching DAN go to his friends.)

DAN:  Now what?

JACK:  I suppose we’ll just have to move on.

(As they talk, the children who were hiding slowly come out from their hiding places and get near the BAND MEMBERS.  JERRY notices them.)

JERRY:  (Overly loud to make sure he’s heard.)  Am I ever hungry!  If only we had a big pot.  (Whispers to the others.) Go along with me.  I’ve got an idea that just might work.  (Overly loud again.) Yep, I sure could use nice big pot – or a kettle would do. 

ALICE:  (Timidly approaches the band.)  Hey, mister.  Why do you want a pot?:  

JERRY:  To cook in, of course.

CARL:  But you don’t have nothin’ to cook.  You said so yourself – none of you have any food.  So, how could you cook?

JERRY:  We know how to make a very special soup.

SAM:  But soup is made from vegetables an’ meat, an’ stuff.

JERRY:  Not our soup – ours is made from stones!

ALICE:  I never heard of eating stones.  When my mama makes soup, she never uses  stones.  I think you’re kiddin’ us.

JERRY:  No, I’m not.  We really can make a soup using stones.  Show the children our stones, Dan.

DAN:  They’re right here.  (Holds up pouch and shakes it.)

JERRY:  Dump them out so they can see ‘em.

DAN:  (Empties the pouch.)  There they are – all shapes and colors.

KIDS:  (All gather around to get a better look.)  Ooohhh.  (Ad lib remarks of pleasure.)

MIKE:  (Holds up a stone.)  What kind of soup could you make with this one?

BOB:  (Joining the small group.)  That’s the one we use when we want to make split pea soup.

CARL:  (Picks up another stone.)  And this one?

JERRY:  Trust us.  We can make great soups from all these stones.  Why don’t you pick one out and we’ll use it to make a soup for all of us.

JEAN:  Let me pick one out.  (Looks over the stones, finds one and holds it up.) Let’s use this one.

JERRY:  Good choice.  Find some sticks and we’ll build a fire right here.  (Kids run off in different directions and soon return with arms filled with sticks, which they dump on the ground.  JERRY arranges the sticks and strikes a match he pulls from his pocket.)  Ahh, the fire is lit.  Now we need a pot of water.

CARL:  I’ll get the one my mama uses.  She won’t mind.  (Races to one of the houses and soon returns with a pot filled with water.  CARL hands the pot to JERRY.)

CARL:  Be careful.  It’s heavy.

JERRY:  Thanks.  (Puts the pot on the fire and takes the stone from JEAN.) This will be the base for our soup.  (Puts the stone into the pot.)  Keep an eye on the water, kids, and when it begins to boil, let me know.  (Kids gather around the pot.  JERRY walks STAGE RIGHT, beckons to his friends to follow him.)

PAT:  What are you thinking of, Jerry?  You must be out of your mind if you think these people will buy the idea that this boiling water with a stone in it is a soup?

JERRY:  Trust me.  If we play our cards right, we will have an honest-to-goodness soup to eat.

CHRIS:  If we do, it will be a miracle.

MIKE:  (Excitedly.) Hey, the water is bubbling.  It’s starting to boil!

JERRY:  (Walks to pot, followed by the other members of the BAND.  Looks into the pot and sniffs.)  Yep!  The stone is starting to cook.  (One by one, the adults emerge from their homes and gather around the pot.)

WOMAN:  Did I hear you say you’re making soup?  (JERRY nods.)  From a stone? 

JERRY:  Yes, ma’am. (MUSIC CUE:  “Stone Soup.”  Sings.) 

Stone Soup – 

There’s no mistaking 

Stone Soup’s what we’ll be making. 

Come on, gather ‘round, ev’ryone, (They do.) 

I’ll be showing you how it’s done!  

One big kettle is needed; 

Then some water is heated. 

Drop a stone or two in the pot – 

Want more flavor?  What else ya got?

WOMAN:   (Sings.) You’ve gotta have some onions to add a little spice. I’ll go back home and get some –

JERRY:  (Sings.)  That really would be nice.  (Woman exits.)

BOY:  (Sings.)  I like carrots in my soup – think we have a few. 

If Mom will let me have ‘em, I’ll bring ‘em back to you.  (He exits.)

GIRL:  (Sings.)  You need a little celery –

LADY:  (Sings.) Potatoes hit the spot; 

C’mon, let’s go and get some and add them to the pot.  (They exit.):  

JACK:  (Whispering to CHRIS.) It’s working! Jerry really knew what he was doing!

(The rest of the villagers leave and return with vegetables. Besides the onions, carrots, celery and potatoes, they bring cabbage, peas, beans, parsnips, beets, etc., and—one by one--dump them in the pot.  One of the VILLAGERS hands a spoon to JERRY.)

JERRY:  (Sings) Stone soup is so delicious! 

And it’s very nutritious – 

Full of vitamins and, as you’d think, 

High in calcium, iron and zinc!  

Stone soup – that’s the way to fix it – 

Put in lotsa stuff and mix it. 

Ev’ryone contributed, that’s the key 

To a real successful recipe 

Now we’ve got enough to feed a troop! 

Variety’s the spice of life – And that goes double -

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