Choose one of the short stories below and change it into a play script. I Can Do It Myself
by Katie Clark “I can help with the snack,” said Josh. He pulled carrots and dip from the refrigerator. “Great,” Mom said. “Let me get a plate.” Josh ran ahead of her. “I can do that too.” Josh ate his carrots and dip. He drank his milk. Then he took his dishes to the sink all by himself. “Would you like to play in the backyard?” Mom asked. “Let me get my shoes,” Josh said. Josh’s new shoes had laces. “I can tie them myself,” he said. Josh pulled, tugged, and twisted the laces. They twisted into a knot. Josh frowned. “I have an idea,” said Mom. “Why don’t I show you on my own shoes?” She showed Josh how to cross his laces, make a knot, and make a loop. Now came the tricky part. Josh bit his lip. He found the hole under the loop. He slid the lace inside the hole. He pulled the two loops. “I did it!” “Would you like me to show you again for your other shoe?” Mom asked. “No thanks,” Josh said. “I can do it myself.” Anna's Secret Diary by Anita N. Amin Anna’s diary was top secret. So it needed a top secret hiding spot. Anna studied her bedroom carefully. Finally, she hid her diary under her bed. “Guard my diary, Kitty,” Anna told her orange kitten. Meow! Kitty agreed as Anna left. Later, Anna skipped back to her bedroom. She found Kitty guarding the doorway. “Good job,” Anna said. Suddenly Anna stopped and stared. Her diary was lying wide open on the floor! “Someone read my diary!” Anna cried. She rushed to pick it up. An orange hair was trapped between the pages. “Look, it’s a clue,” Anna said. “The diary reader must have orange hair. I wonder who he is.” Everybody in her family had brown hair. Anna set up a trap in case he came back. First, Anna put Kitty on the bed. Then Anna slid her diary back under her bed. Finally, Anna sprinkled white baking soda powder on the floor beside her bed. Now Anna would know if anyone came near her diary. She’d find footprints in the powder. “Meow twice if anyone touches my diary,” Anna told Kitty. Anna left, closing the door. She sprinkled some powder on the doorknob too. Meow! Meow! Anna raced back to her bedroom. The door was still closed. Powder still covered the doorknob. How could anyone have gone inside? Anna opened her door. Powdery paw prints covered her wooden floor. Kitty was playing with Anna’s diary! “So you’re the diary reader!” Anna laughed, hugging Kitty. “Next time, I’ll find a better hiding spot.” |
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