THE WONDERFUL CELLAR BAND
Divide the group into five smaller groups and assign each group one of the words listed below. Read the story. After each of the words is read pause for the group to make the appropriate response.
| DUSTY OLD CELLAR | "Cree-eek, Ah-Choo" |
| JUG | "Boop, Boop" |
| TRASH CAN | "Crash-Bam" |
| SAW | "Whaang, Whaang " |
| HAT BOX | "Rat-a-tat-tat " |
Once upon a time, as many stories begin, in a dusty old CELLAR___ there lived a group of very good, very old and very out-dated friends. There was an empty glass JUG___, a rusty SAW, two beat-up TRASH CANS___ and a faded old HAT BOX___. Now these old friends had been in the dusty old CELLAR___ for a very long time, and except for being moved about from time to time, they were left alone to rust or turn to dust. Needless to say, they were very lonely.
One day, the empty glass JUG___, in a deep low voice said, "It's too quiet here. I wish something would happen." "Now really, JUG___," said the rusty SAW___, "What could possibly happen here?" "Why," said the faded old HAT BOX___, "I've been sitting on this CELLAR___ shelf for 20 years and all I've seen are two mice and a Daddy-Long-Legs spider." This empty glass JUG___ is just getting older and emptier," said the beat-up TRASH CANS___. "Don't pay him any mind."
Suddenly there was the sound of footsteps on the CELLAR___ stairs. Four young boys, all dressed alike, came cautiously down the CELLAR___ steps. They were talking in hushed voices. "Are they twins?" asked the faded old HAT BOX___. "I think they're pygmies!" said the rusty SAW___ in a lofty voice. "Nonsense," said the empty glass JUG___. "They're Cub Scouts," said the beat-up TRASH CANS___. By now, the old friends were very curious and excited. The listened as the boys talked.
"Boy, it's spooky down here in this dusty old CELLAR___," said Jim. "Don't be a 'fraidy cat," said Mike. "Aw heck, let's go," said Jack. "No, wait," said Bill. "I've got an idea. We have to do a stunt for our Den Meeting, don't we?"
"Yeah, that's right," the other three chorused. "Well," said Bill, "Let's have a band ... a CELLAR___ band!" "A band!" they yelped. "Sure," said Bill. "I'll play that rusty SAW _. Jim, you take that empty glass JUG___. Mike, that faded old HAT BOX___ will make a neat drum. And Jack, those beat-up TRASH CAN __ lids will be swell cymbals.
Well, of course, you know the rest. Den Three made new friends with old friends, right there in the dusty old CELLAR___, with an empty glass JUG___, a rusty SAW___, a faded old HAT BOX___ and two beat-up TRASH CANS___, and for all we know, they may be playing together still!
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