Bone Soup Adapted from a book by Cambria Evans Character Student playing the character Narrator 1 Connar Brown Finnigan Chelsea Cecacla Witch Michelle Muneton Beast Steve Sember Zombie Connar Brown or Danni Morgan Mummy Danni Morgan Werewolf Javier Alfonso

Narrator Everyone across the land knew Finnigan had a ravenous appetite. Wherever he went, he always brought his eating stool, his eating spoon, and his enormous eating mouth. One Halloween, his travels took him through a barren land. Finnigan What a lovely place! I’m sure I can find a delicious Halloween feast here! Narrator Just then, a witch flying overhead spotted Finnigan, and quickly took off into town. Witch (To Beast) Beast! I just saw Finnigan heading into town! I am going to booby-trap my jar of eyeballs! Beast Oh no! We don’t need a big mouth like that! (To Zombie) Zombie! Did you hear that Finnigan has been spotted, coming into town?! I’m going to lock my bat wings in the cupboard! Zombie Oh my goodness! We barely have enough for ourselves! (To Mummy) Mummy! Finnigan is headed towards town! I’m going to put my frog legs in the cellar! Mummy AHH! I’ve heard that he’s worse that a plague of locusts! I’m going to hide everything that I have to eat! Werewolf Who’s Finnigan? Narrator But, no one paid the little werewolf any attention. When hungry Finnigan came to town, he was surprised that it looked empty. But, he was even more surprised that there was no Halloween feast. So, Finnigan knocked on the Witch’s door. Finnigan Could you spare a bit of food? Witch I have nothing for you! Narrator So, Finnigan knocked on the Beast’s door Finnigan Could you spare some wormy cheese and bread for a simple traveler? Beast A simple traveler? I know who you are! I have just enough for myself, and none to spare. Be gone! Narrator At the third door, FInnigan barely opened his mouth, when the Zombie yelled at him. Zombie Go away! I have no food for you! Narrator He walked through the whole town, knocking on doors and windows, but not a body or soul had any food for Finnigan. Refusing to give up, Finnigan collected wood from the forest, and built a fire in the middle of the town square. He then filled the town’s largest cauldron with water, and set it to boil. Narrator Finnigan then ceremoniously opened his cloak, and took out a magnificent piece of bone. It was old, and the edges were dry and splintered. He dropped it into the cauldron and began to sing: Finnigan Bone soup is what I make. A magic bone is all it takes. Boil it long and add some spice. Bone soup tastes so very nice! Witch What are you singing about? Beast What are you boiling? Zombie What a dry, old bone! Mummy You can’t make soup out of that! ANY ghoul knows as well! Finnigan Well, then I must be a ghoul, for I am making such a soup. Werewolf I’ve never heard of bone soup before, but I think I’ll like it. Finnigan In some places I’ve traveled, bone soup is considered a delicacy. Besides, this is no ordinary bone. It is magic. Narrator Finnigan tasted the soup, and sighed. Finnigan If only there were some stewed eyeballs. With eyeballs, this soup would be very tasty. Werewolf The Witch has jars of those. I know she does! Witch Y-yes, I do… But they’re imported… Narrator The townspeople stared at the witch until she finally fetched some from her stash. The eyeballs were a fabulous addition to the soup, but soon Finnigan looked wistful. Finnigan If only this had some bat wings. Can you imagine just what flavor they would add? Narrator So, the beast fetched an entire box of bat wings. And, just as Finnigan had said, their flavor was wonderful. Finnigan Now, if only we had frog legs, this soup would be fit for a King! Werewolf The zombie has a cellar filled with those – just ask them. Narrator Before Finnigan could ask, the Zombie went to fetch as many frog legs as he could carry. The frog legs were stirred into the broth, and soon the cauldron was also bubbling with spider eggs, dried mouse droppings, toenail clippings, and dandelions. With a final dusting of slime, the soup was declared ready! Finnigan Of course, this soup is wonderful alone, but it only takes only wormy cheese, bread, and company to make it a true Halloween feast. Go, bring your cheese, bread, and bowls so we can share this soup together! Witch What a fabulous soup! Beast Such good flavor! Zombie Truly fit for a King! Mummy To think, it was all made from a magic bone! Narrator And so it was that Finnigan got his Halloween feast after all. With a final wave to the Werewolf, Finnigan quickly left with his eating stool, his eating spoon, and his enormous smiling mouth. All THE END