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AUTHORS: Elaine Lindy & C. Alvarado
COUNTRY: Italy
GENRE: FairytalesKings & QueensMagical Creatures

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The Ogre’s Feather-Reader’s Theater Play Script for Kids

CHARACTERS

NARRATOR
• KING
• 2 BLUE CLOTH STAGEHANDS (non-speaking)
• COURT ATTENDANT #1/VILLAGER #1 (non-speaking)
• COURT ATTENDANT #2/VILLAGER #2 (non-speaking)
• MEDICO (COURT PHYSICIAN)
• COURT ADVISOR #1
• COURT ADVISOR #2
• EROE (YOUNG COURT ADVISOR)
• INNKEEPER (female)
• FERRYMAN
• DUKE
• DUCHESS
• BELAFLORE (Ogre’s Maid)
• OGRE

Scene 1 – King’s throne room

[Stage set: The stage has two main sections – a KING’s throne room and an OGRE’s cave.  There will be three additional areas set up at the very far front of the stage for future scene: (1) the outside of an Inn,  (2) a river, and (3) the estate of a DUKE and DUCHESS.  More later on these areas as the scenes take place.]

[The play opens in the KING’s throne room.  A long blue cloth drapes over two white columns that flank either side of the throne. (See Performance Notes on how to simulate/construct the columns over KING’s throne.)  Note: The same long blue cloth can double as the river in later scenes.]

NARRATOR:
Hello, everyone.  Have you ever heard of “ogres”?  I’m sure you must have heard of “zombies,” right?  Well, ogres are like zombies and feed on human flesh, but they are bigger, smarter, and quicker than zombies.  And an ogre usually carries a big club.  Some ogres have feathers — the one in this play does, and that’s why the play is called “The Ogre’s Feather.” So, without further ado, here is the “The Ogre’s Feather,” brought to you by Stories to Grow by.

[NARRATOR steps forward.]

NARRATOR:
Our play begins on a big island near Italy called Sicily (pronounce: SIS-uh-lee).   The king of Scility was known far and wide as a fair and just ruler.

[The play opens to ATTENDANTS bringing blankets and food to KING.  KING ignores their offerings and sits slumped in his throne.  ATTENDANTS enter, bringing blankets and food to KING.  KING ignores their offerings and sits slumped in his throne.  COURT ADVISOR #1 and COURT ADVISOR #2 stand to one side of KING, occasionally stroking their long, distinguished beards or patting the swords at their sides while quietly conversing with one another. ]

[On the other side of KING stands MEDICO, the court physician, who consults a large book. MEDICO pantomimes directing ATTENDANT #1 to mix together a potion and to offer it to KING.]

NARRATOR:a
As you can see, the king is sick…

[KING takes a sip of the potion, sputters and coughs.]

NARRATOR:
…in fact, the king is very, VERY sick…

[KING angrily shoves potion back at COURT ATTENDANT #1, who fumbles the cup and loses his balance. COURT ATTENDANT #2 scrambles in to help support ATTENDANT, then #1 as COURT ATTENDANT #1 pretends to lose his balance.]

NARRATOR:
…well, let’s just say that when the King suffers, everyone around him feels the pain, too..

KING:
(sputters) What are you poisoning me with, Medico? And you, my doctor!

MEDICO:
But, Your Majesty! That was lungwort. The very best tincture in the land for a bad cough!

KING:
This SLIME?! I banish it from my land, forevermore! And I have half a mind to banish YOU as well…

[KING falls into another coughing fit. ATTENDANTS rush over to KING. MEDICO frantically flips through his book.]

MEDICO:
Sire, I am working on a cure, I assure you! (to Court Advisor #1 and Court Advisor #2) Does anyone know what the position of the moon will be tonight?

[COURT ADVISOR #1 and COURT ADVISOR #2 ignore MEDICO’s question.]

COURT ADVISOR #1:
(to Court Advisor #2) In MY day we slayed goblins with a sword to protect the king! We didn’t consult BOOKS on the position of the MOON.

COURT ADVISOR #2:
(draws his sword and waves it about) A goblin is nothing! In MY day, I battled a fire-breathing DRAGON. I would face another in a heartbeat to save my king!  (pantomimes battling the dragon with his sword and yells, “Abbasso!” (pronounced ah-bah-SO)

[EROE, a young court advisor, walks onstage and cheerily greets COURT ADVISOR #1 and COURT ADVISOR #2. Smaller and younger than his cohorts, he seems to struggle a bit with the heavy sword that begins to slide off his belt.]

EROE(pronounced “arrow”): :
Fellow Courtiers, how is our king today?

KING:
(to Medico) Do you let just ANYONE wander into this court? (roars at Eroe) Who ARE you?!

[COURT ADVISORS snicker at EROE for being reprimanded.]

COURT ADVISOR #1:
(to Eroe, in answer to his question) He’s been better.

[MEDICO slams his book shut.]

MEDICO:
A new moon tonight! My almanac clearly states there should be no leeches or bloodletting until the moon is full!

KING:
Keep those bloodsuckers away from me! (shivers) Why am I so cold?  

[COURT ADVISOR #1 puts a cape around KING’s shoulders.  KING shakes it off angrily.]

KING:
I don’t need THAT!  Oh!  (swoons) Why am I so hot?

[COURT ADVISOR #2 puts a cloth on KING’s forehead and tries to fan him. KING slaps away the cloth and falls into another coughing fit.]

EROE:
(worried, to Medico) Is there no remedy?

MEDICO:
(taps his chin in thought) You’re Eroe, right? (Eroe nods) Well, Eroe, there’s pretty much no remedy.

EROE:
“Pretty much”?  There IS a remedy?

MEDICO:
Maybe.  But it’s so impossible, it hardly counts.

COURT ADVISOR #1:
Impossible? Allow me to remind you that you have the (gestures to Court Advisor #2) finest advisors in all of Sicily at your disposal. 

COURT ADVISOR #2:
We laugh at “impossible!”

MEDICO:
Okay then, the cure requires a feather…

COURT ADVISOR #1:
That’s IT?

[COURT ADVISOR #1 and COURT ADVISOR #2 laugh heartily together.]

MEDICO:
…from an ogre!

[COURT ADVISOR #1 and COURT ADVISOR #2 instantly freeze.]

COURT ADVISOR #2:
 An OGRE? 

COURT ADVISOR #1:
Medico, you know as well as anyone there’s not a soul alive who will go near an ogre.   They’ll eat a human as quick as swat a fly! 

MEDICO:
Yes, indeed.  But, truly, a feather 
from an ogre can cure any sickness.

EROE:
Any sickness?

MEDICO:
Bene! (pronounced ben-AYE) Obviously there’s no way an ogre is going to GIVE you one of his feathers.  And you can forget about plucking one and surviving the adventure.  That’s why I said, there’s pretty much no remedy.

EROE:
(suddenly) I will go!

[Entire court, other than KING, gasps.]

EROE:
I’ll go find the Ogre, and bring back a feather!

COURT ADVISOR #1:
(quickly) I WOULD have gone!

COURT ADVISOR #2:
(just as quickly) I would have gone before YOU would have gone!

KING:
Silence, both of you!  (to Eroe)  Very well, whatever your name is. Just go get the feather. if you CAN’T get it, don’t bother coming back!

EROE:
(bows) Yes, Your Majesty.  (to Medico)  Uh, where do I start?

MEDICO:
You don’t have the slightest notion what you’re doing, do you?

EROE:
Not really..

MEDICO:
Never mind.  
(takes Eros by the shoulder and points to the mountains offstage) Do you see those mountains? (Eroe nods) Go to the 7th peak, the one furthest from us.. Near the top of that mountain there’s a forest, and in the forest there is a path to a cave.  Follow that to the Ogre’s lair.

EROE:
Okay, thanks.  I’ll be off, then!  

[EROE exits.]

MEDICO:
(to audience)  Not a clue.

 

Scene 2 – Door to an Inn

[Stage set: Stage shows the outside door entrance of an Inn.  Painted or free-standing bushes and flowers are on either side of the door.  The scene is staged at the very front, closer to the audience than KING’s throne room but not hiding it. (See Performance Notes on how to place this scene and options on how to create or suggest a door, including stage hands that can hold up a door.]

[Early morning sounds, such as the chirping of birds and friendly forest chatter. INNKEEPER enters around or through the door, depending if the door is painted or a free-standing prop, and starts sweeping the entryway.]

NARRATOR:
Eroe walked and walked. By the end of the day, he was mighty glad to come across an Inn, and he decided to stay the night. (gestures to Inn)   This is the Innkeeper. (Innkeeper gives a quick wave to audience)   I expect Eroe will wake up soon and start his day.

[EROE enters around or through the door.  He stretches, yawns, and smiles at INNKEEPER.]

INNKEEPER:
Good morning, Signore (pronounced sig-NOR-ee). I hope you slept well.

EROE:
I did, indeed. But Innkeeper, don’t you sleep? You were sweeping this very step late last night when I arrived.

INNKEEPER:
(stops sweeping and rests her chin on her hands, both clasped on top of the broom) Ah, the truth is I have not slept a wink since my daughter, Belaflore, went missing three years ago. That is why I bought this Inn. It keeps me busy and helps still my grief. (sighs and returns to sweeping)

EROE:
I am so sorry to hear that.

INNKEEPER:
What can you do? But tell me. What brings you out here, to this mountain?

EROE:
The King is sick, so I’ve come to fetch a magic feather from the Ogre.  

[INNKEEPER grasps EROE’s arm with fear.]

INNKEEPER:
Of course the feather of an ogre can cure anything!  But you don’t mean to actually visit the Ogre?

EROE:
I have to. To get the magic feather.

INNKEEPER:
Surely you know the danger!

EROE:
So they say.

INNKEEPER:
You know about the hundreds of villagers the Ogre has eaten? About the dragons and trolls he’s slayed with one swing (she swings her broom and Eroe pulls back– be careful not to hit the actor playing Eroe!) of his mighty club?

EROE:
Well, um, no not exactly, but… (waves finger in the air) I will do what it takes to save our King!

INNKEEPER:
(shakes her head with a touch of fondness) Ah, foolish youth! (turns to audience, brightens when she has an idea) Though as you are determined to go anyway…

EROE:
I am.

INNKEEPER:
They say the Ogre knows many things. Do you think you could ask him if he knows the whereabouts of my daughter?

EROE:
(nods and sympathetically pats Innkeeper’s arm) If the Ogre is in any mood to answer questions, I’ll be glad to ask.

INNKEEPER:
Or if not, perhaps you might get a feather for me too, so I may mend my broken heart?

EROE:
Gladly, if I can.

INNKEEPER:
Thank you, young man. I wish you well and safe-keeping.

[INNKEEPER exits.]

Scene 3 – The river

[STAGE HANDS bring on blue fabric and hold it waist high, waving it from each end like a flowing river. Stagehands or actors offstage can produce “whooshing” sounds of rushing water, or the audience can help.]

[EROE stops abruptly and cups his hands over his eyes to watch. FERRYMAN enters. He wears a boat costume that hangs from his shoulders. FERRYMAN rows (simulates rowing by moving his arms) across the river toward EROE and stops directly in front of him. (See Performance Notes for boat costume instructions.)]

FERRYMAN:
(eager) Signore (pronounced sig-NOR-ee), are you looking for a ride across the river?

EROE:
Indeed I am, Ferryman. Thank you!

[EROE joins FERRYMAN on the boat by walking beside him. The two “row” slowly across the river together in contrast to FERRYMAN’S ardent and rapid speech.]

FERRYMAN:
I am very glad to have your company, Signore. I’ve been back and forth on this ferry for so long. Why, one day I took a rat across. Imagine that! A rat! Hope the rascal wasn’t carrying the plague. He certainly wasn’t carrying any coins to pay his fare. Or even a nub of cheese for that matter. (sighs) What I wouldn’t do for a nub of cheese. Especially provolone (pronounced prah-vah-LONE). Or parmesan (pronounced par-meh-ZHAN). Mmmh.

[FERRYMAN pauses for a moment and looks EROE up and down.]

FERRYMAN:
Sorry to pry, but why didn’t you take the long way and cross the troll’s bridge to get to the other side of the river – like everyone else does around here?

EROE:
This ferry is the fastest way to get to the Ogre’s cave.

FERRYMAN:
(pretends to twists a finger in his ear, as if trying to hear) I’m sorry…did you say you are going to the OGRE’S CAVE?

EROE:
I know, I know. But I need a feather from the Ogre. (leans forward) Our King is very sick.

[FERRYMAN frantically begins to “row” them in the opposite direction. EROE and FERRYMAN comically shuffle backwards.]

EROE:
Wait! Stop! What are you doing?

FERRYMAN:
This is a fool’s mission, and I won’t be a part of it! The moment you come anywhere near his cave, the Ogre will smell you. Just like that (snaps fingers) you’re a goner!

[EROE gently places a hand on FERRYMAN’s shoulder. FERRYMAN stops to look at him.]

EROE:
Brav’uomo (pronounced brr-AH-vu-oh-moh), I appreciate your concern. But I am doing this.  There is no other way.

FERRYMAN:
(shakes his head sadly) Fine! But only because you insist.

[FERRYMAN reluctantly rows EROE back across the river. When they stop, EROE leaps ashore and pays his fare to the FERRYMAN.]

FERRYMAN:
I wish you a safe, eh…encounter with the Ogre, Signore. (sighs and stretches his arms) Ahi (pronounced AH-hee)! How my arms ache from so many years of rowing!

EROE:
I don’t know if I’ll get any feathers, but if I do, how about if bring one back for your arms?

FERRYMAN:
Wouldn’t that be wonderful! Except…

EROE:
What?

FERRYMAN:
The Ogre knows many things.  For years, I’ve been stuck running this ferry without taking a break. Would you ask the Ogre why I’m unable to leave the boat?

EROE:
Why not? 

FERRYMAN:
Brav’uomo (pronounced brr-AH-vu-oh-moh)!

 

Scene 4 – Path by the Duke and Duchess’ estate

[Stage Set: This is a pop-up scene.  STAGE HANDS bring on the fountain.  In front of the fountain, right up against it, is a “rock” on which EROE can sit. (See Performance Notes on how the fountain and the rock are constructed).]

[EROE sits on the rock, pulls a piece of bread from his cloak and begins to eat. ]

[DUKE and DUCHESS enter and walk toward EROE.  A cloth is wrapped around one of DUKE’s legs, and he hobbles with a crutch to avoid putting any weight on this leg.

DUKE:
Disgraceful, my dear, that we should be reduced to walking this road like common peasants.

DUCHESS:
I do miss my carriage. (pats her hair.) And my coiffure (pronounced kwa-FOOR) must look dreadful. What am I to do without my hand-maid to tend to the frizzy spots in the back?

DUKE:
You are as lovely as ever, Amore Mio (pronounced ah-mor-MEE-Oh). A true duchess in every sense.

DUCHESS:
As you will always be my duke.

[DUKE and DUCHESS clasp hands. Just then DUCHESS drops DUKE’s hand and lets out a squeal when she sees EROE. DUKE draws his sword and points it at EROE.  EROE, caught by surprise, at first points his bread at DUKE. After realizing he’s holding out his bread instead of a weapon, EROE drops the roll and pulls out his sword in defense.]

DUKE:
Who are you?! And why are you sitting on our fountain?

[EROE confusedly looks at the rock where he was sitting.]

EROE:
What? I mean…what?

DUKE:
If you are a robber, you might as well be on your way. We have nothing left for anyone to steal. (to DUCHESS) At least there’s THAT.

DUCHESS:
I suppose.

EROE:
I am sorry, Your Grace. I had no idea I was on your (looks down at rock) fountain? I was just resting a bit on my journey.

DUCHESS:
(places her hand on DUKE’s to lower his sword) He doesn’t look like a robber, my dear. (to EROE) And what kind of journey, pray tell, is that?

EROE:
I am headed to see the Ogre.

[DUKE and DUCHESS gasp.]

EROE:
I know. I know! But I need a feather to cure the King.

[DUKE sheathes his sword.]

DUKE:
I beg your pardon, Signore. Your mission is noble. I had no idea our King was sick.

DUCHESS:
(smiles sadly) And I’m sure you had no idea you were sitting at a fountain. For it dried up a fortnight ago.

DUKE:
(grim) Along with our fortune.

EROE:
I am sorry to hear that. (thinks for a second) Maybe –

DUCHESS:
What is it?

EROE:
It’s just that, throughout this journey, people tell me that the Ogre knows many things.

DUKE:
Indeed, it is known.

EROE:
Why don’t I ask him why your fortune has vanished? (nods at DUKE’s leg) And who knows? Maybe see if I can get you a feather for that leg.

DUKE:
You would do that for us, perfect strangers?

EROE:
“A high heart ought to bear calamities and not flee them.”

[DUKE and DUCHESS exchange glances.]

DUCHESS:
(to EROE) Tell us what you know about the Ogre.

EROE:
I know that he lives in a cave at the last of seven peaks.

DUKE:
If that’s all you know, my brave friend, surely you are doomed!  Listen carefully to my wife, for she knows much about this Ogre.

DUCHESS:
Come closer, young man. (EROE draws nearer) You must wait till after sundown.  Then approach the cave.  That is when the Ogre is away.  It is the only time when his senses are not as sharp.

EROE:
Wouldn’t I want the Ogre to be at home? I mean, so I can get the feather?

DUCHESS:
(shakes head) Oh my dear! That’s what you think? Where do I begin?

[DUCHESS pulls a candle from her purse and hands it to EROE.]

DUCHESS:
First, you will need this candle. The Ogre’s forest is so dark you will not be able to see a thing after sundown, even if there is a full moon. When you knock at the cave door, if you are lucky, the Ogre’s maid will open it.

EROE:
And if the Ogre opens the door?

[DUKE and DUCHESS exchange glances.]

DUCHESS:
Son, we don’t want to say.

DUKE:
Take our word. The Ogre’s maid is your only hope for getting what you seek and escaping with your very life.

EROE:
(looks about) It’s almost sundown now. I’d better be off if I am to arrive while the Ogre is out! Thank you!

[ALL exit.]

Scene 5 – The ogre’s cave

[Stage set: A stone cave set deep within a dark forest of brambles and thick vines. A rough table and chair with a place setting sits on one side of the cave beside a fireplace with a pot and ladle. A broom rests against a bed. (See Performance Notes on design of cave and furnishings).]

[EROE holds his candle as he cautiously makes his way through the forest and stops in front of the cave entrance. The candle can have a simulated flame, such as an orange cut-out. Or it can be a flashlight. EROE trips on something. He shines the candle on the ground.]

EROE:
(gasps) A pile of bones!

[Howling echoes through the forest. STAGE HANDS or actors offstage can produce howls.]

EROE:
What was THAT? Something tells me I must be close!

[EROE shines the light in front of him. He steps forward and sees the cave door.]

EROE:
That’s it!

[With a shaky hand, EROE raps at the cave entrance.]

[A dark, hooded figure, BELAFLORE, (face not revealed yet to audience) enters onstage from “within” the cave and creeps toward the cave entrance. She opens the door.]

[BELAFLORE throws off her hood and EROE jumps back with fearful anticipation. But when he sees the fair maiden’s face, he looks at her with surprise.]

BELAFLORE:
What? Signore, why are you here?

EROE:
Please, Signorina (pronounced seen-or-EEN-a), I am here on a mission. For our King.

BELAFLORE:
The King! Why would he send you here, to your death? The moment my master comes home and catches a whiff of you, he will eat you alive!

EROE:
A feather from the Ogre is the only way to cure our king. Then there is the matter of three other feathers I’ve been asked to bring back as well. And I also have many questions…

[BELAFLORE grabs EROE and yanks him inside the cave before he can finish. There is a loud crash just outside the cave.]

BELAFLORE:
Ahi (pronounced AH-hee)! Have you taken on the problems of the whole world? Quickly! You must move someplace where he cannot smell you.

[As the crashing gets louder and more frequent, BELAFLORE and EROE comically scuttle around the cave to try and find a hiding place. BELAFLORE grabs a fur off the bed and wraps it around EROE, who then lies flat on the floor in front of the fireplace and opens his mouth as if he’s a bear rug.]

BELAFLORE:
(observes her handiwork) Fiercer!

[EROE opens his mouth even wider making growling sounds and spreads his fingers like claws.]

BELAFLORE:
Hmm, no.

[BELAFLORE escorts EROE off the floor and ushers him under the bed, draping the blue cloth over top.]

BELAFLORE:
With any luck, this blanket should help disguise your scent.

[Crashes become even louder. BELAFLORE grabs a pillow from the bed and fans the air. Then she dashes over to the pot above the fire. She vigorously stirs the stew and waves her hands about to spread its aroma. After she’s satisfied, BELAFLORE scrambles back to the bed and lifts the blanket to reassure EROE.]

BELAFLORE:
I’ll do what I can. But you must be still and very quiet. I’ve been waiting for a chance to get out of here for a long time. But if he senses you are here, we are both doomed.

EROE:
Don’t worry. I’ll–

BELAFLORE:
SHH! When I signal, WHISPER your questions to me. I will do my best to get them answered.

EROE:
(loudly whispers) What kind of sig–

[OGRE suddenly appears in the forest. BELAFLORE drops the blanket and jumps over to the pot just before OGRE thunders into the cave and looks around.]

OGRE:
Maid! I smell a human. (pleased at the prospect and rubbing his belly) Mmmh!

[BELAFLORE ladles stew into a bowl. OGRE sniffs different parts of the cave.]

BELAFLORE:
Oh, Master, what human would come here? You are so hungry you must be imagining things. Here have some stew.

OGRE:
I know the smell of humans!

[Just as OGRE is about to sniff under the bed, BELAFLORE places a bowl of stew under his nose and leads him to the table.]

BELAFLORE:
(soothingly) You must be terribly hungry after a hard day of running about and threatening the villagers. Nothing’s yummier than my homemade stew.

[OGRE sits at the table and devours the stew.]

BELAFLORE:
There. Don’t you feel better?

OGRE:
(stops looking around and frowns) I still smell it.

[BELAFLORE cleans up OGRE’s bowl and leads him to bed.]

BELAFLORE:
You must be very tired. You’re starting to dream about humans, and you are just THINKING you smell them. Lie down and I will scratch your back.

[OGRE climbs into bed.]

OGRE:
(yawns) I must be starting to dream because the smell of a human seems stronger than ever, as if one were right under this bed. (tries to scratch his back) These feathers are so itchy!

BELAFORE:
I know what will help!

[BELAFLORE grabs the broom and uses it to scratch OGRE’s back. When OGRE begins to snore, BELAFLORE lifts the cover to reveal EROE, who whispers in her ear. BELAFLORE plucks a feather off of OGRE’s back. She drops the feather to the ground, and EROE quickly grabs it.]

OGRE:
Ouch! What are you doing?

BELAFLORE:
Master, did I pluck you by mistake? I must have fallen asleep while I was scratching with this broom and started to have the strangest dream.

OGRE:
What was it?

BELAFLORE:
I dreamt of a duke and duchess, not far from here, who lost their fortune overnight. And something about a fountain.

OGRE:
(sleepily) Your dream is a fact. A duke and duchess nearby lost their fortune. What they don’t know is all they have to do is reach under the fountain and pull out a snake that’s plugging the hole. Then, the fountain would spew forth gold and silver.

BELAFLORE:
Ah! That’s it, then. Good night.

[As soon as OGRE starts snoring again, EROE whispers the second question to BELAFLORE. She plucks another feather and hands it to EROE. OGRE growls awake and rubs his back.]

OGRE:
That hurt!

BELAFLORE:
(sweetly) I am so sorry, Master. Scratching with the broom must put me into a trance. I was having another dream, and this one’s even stranger.

OGRE:
What was it this time?

BELAFLORE:
I dreamt of a ferryman who’s unable to leave his ferry. He has been stuck going back and forth for years.

OGRE:
Your dreams are true enough tonight. The only way that ferryman can escape is if he charters a customer across the river and jumps out before he is paid. Then the one left on the ferry is the one who will be stuck.

BELAFLORE:
Ah, is that right? Well, no matter. Good night then.

OGRE:
You’d best stay awake this time, or I’ll be having maid stew for breakfast!

[BELAFLORE scratches OGRE’s back with the broom until he begins snoring again. She lifts the covers so EROE can whisper the last question but, fearing for her life, EROE refuses.]

[A silent disagreement ensues between the two, until EROE finally consents and whispers his last question to BELAFLORE. She plucks two feathers from OGRE’s back this time and throws them at EROE.]

[OGRE jumps out of bed and snarls at BELAFLORE.]

OGRE:
By thunder! You will make a tasty pie!

BELAFLORE:
(arms akimbo) And who will bake it for you? There is no one who makes a flakier crust.

OGRE:
Fine! But what IS it with you tonight? Another dream?

BELAFLORE:
If you must know, yes. I dreamt of an innkeeper. She wonders the whereabouts of her daughter who’s been missing for years.

OGRE:
(scoffs) That is easy enough to solve. Her daughter is you!

[Before OGRE crawls back into bed he points for BELAFLORE to go away. BELAFLORE lies down on the floor by the fireplace and waits for OGRE to fall asleep.]

[As soon as OGRE begins to snore, BELAFLORE gestures at EROE to come out from under the bed. EROE scurries out clutching his feathers. EROE and BELAFLORE sneak out the door practically jumping out of their skin each time OGRE moves in his sleep or stops snoring for a moment.]

[When they reach the outside of the cave, EROE grabs BELAFLORE’s hand.]

EROE:
Come. It is time for me to help YOU now.

[They run offstage. NARRATOR enters front stage.]

NARRATOR:
The Ogre slept till dawn.

[OGRE stops snoring, jumps out of bed and sniffs the air.]

OGRE:
I still smell a human. And I’m not hungry or tired either. So it must be HERE! (looks under the bed) Maid! Maid! (looks about) Where is my maid? MAAIID!

[OGRE realizes BELAFORE is missing and lets out a loud roar. He stomps through the cave and into the forest offstage.]

Scene 6 – The Duke and Duchess’ fountain

[EROE and BELAFLORE run down the path from the top of the mountain and stop to greet DUKE and DUCHESS who sit glumly by the broken fountain. They rise in shock to see EROE all in one piece accompanied by BELAFLORE.]

DUCHESS:
Santa Cielo (pronounced san-tah-CHEL-oh)! You have returned to us!

DUKE:
Did you truly visit the Ogre, Signore? Or did you (gestures at BELAFLORE) get distracted? Not that I blame you (bows slightly). Good day, Signorina.

EROE:
(smiles at BELAFLORE) This is the Ogre’s maid…

BELAFLORE:
Well, not anymore!

EROE:
(laughs) That’s right. This… is Belaflore.

[EROE and BELAFLORE smile at each other. DUKE and DUCHESS share knowing glances.]

EROE:
(to DUKE) Thanks to Belaflore, I have something special for you.

[He pulls a feather from his pocket and hands it to DUKE.]

DUKE:
Well, I never!

[DUCHESS snatches the feather out of the DUKE’s hand. She rubs it along his bad leg. DUKE shakes his leg with amazement, then jumps to his feet and pulls off the cloth that was still wrapped around it.]

DUKE:
(laughs) It’s a miracle! (hops on the leg that had been bound) My leg is perfect! Thank you, my brave boy. (to BELAFLORE) And you too, of course.

BELAFLORE:
You’re welcome. (to EROE) We’d better hurry! The Ogre is sure to be right behind us.

[NARRATOR steps forward.]

NARRATOR:
(to audience) Good idea. He is.

[NARRATOR steps back.]

EROE:
(nods at BELAFLORE, then quickly to DUKE) Oh, and by the way, the Ogre said if you remove the snake that’s plugging up that fountain your fortune will be restored.

[EROE and BELAFLORE wave as they speedily follow the road offstage. DUKE and DUCHESS stare at the fountain dumbfounded.]

DUKE:
Bah, what nonsense! A snake plugging up the fountain.

[DUKE scratches his head as he observes the base of the fountain. Then, seeing something, he reaches below the base of the fountain, yanks hard, and suddenly falls to the ground clutching a snake in one hand.]

[One STAGEHAND grabs the Blue Cloth and waves it above the fountain to depict water while another STAGEHAND throws coins in the air above it.]

DUKE:
Well, I’ll be!

[DUKE holds out his arm to DUCHESS and the two do a jig around the fountain that has come to life.]

[OGRE trounces onstage from the mountain pass. He growls when he sees DUKE and DUCHESS dancing around the fountain that shoots gold and silver just as he’d explained to BELAFLORE. Shakes his fists and calls out, “Aughh!”]

[The two remain blissfully unaware of OGRE as he continues on his way to apprehend BELAFLORE and EROE. OGRE exits. DUKE and DUCHESS skip offstage.]

Scene 7– The river

[STAGEHANDS wave the blue cloth from each end and make whooshing sounds as before.]

[FERRYMAN dozes in his boat on the river. He startles at seeing EROE and BELAFLORE breathlessly approach.]

FERRYMAN:
(joyful) Signore! You are back! And with a lovely lady.

EROE:
Yes, we are well, Ferryman. And look what we’ve brought back for you. (hands a feather to FERRYMAN)

FERRYMAN:
Bravo, Signore! My arms feel better already. Would you and your lady friend care for a ride?

[EROE and BELAFLORE enter the ferry.]

EROE:
We would indeed. But please make it speedy.

[FERRYMAN rubs the feather along his arms, stretches them with newfound comfort, and says “Ahhh!” He pretends to row the ferry as fast as he can to the other side of the river.]

FERRYMAN:
I don’t mean to be ungrateful, really I don’t. But might you also have an answer to that little question I asked you?

[EROE shares a look with BELAFLORE.]

EROE:
As a matter of fact, yes! Just…uh…drop us off on the other side first, all right?

BELAFLORE:
Then we will share it with you.

FERRYMAN:
(shrugs) Have it your way. We’re almost there. Ah, my arms! I feel I could paddle to the skies, all the pain is gone! Why I’ll zip back and forth across this river in no time. And think about olives. Yes olives and olive oil. Olive oil and fresh bread. Fresh bread and cannoli’s (pronounce can-OH-leez). Ah, cannoli’s!

[They reach the other side of the river. EROE and BELAFLORE jump off the boat and immediately pay FERRYMAN his fee.]

FERRYMAN:
So what is it then? What’s the answer to me getting off this ferry?

EROE:
Make sure that when you take your next customer across the river, you jump off the ferry before they pay you. Then THEY will be stuck as the new ferryman and you will be free.

FERRYMAN:
Ah. (wags a finger at them) Ah yes! So that’s why you two wouldn’t tell me until you jumped off the ferry.

[Just then OGRE appears on the other side of the river. He sees BELAFLORE and EROE and lets out a loud roar. EROE nods at FERRYMAN in OGRE’s direction.]

EROE:
Looks like you have a new customer now.

[BELAFLORE sticks her tongue out at OGRE before she and EROE run down the road and exit offstage.]

OGRE:
Ferryman! Give me a ride!

FERRYMAN:
(smiles) No problem, Signore Ogre. I’ll be right there! (turns to audience and winks)

[FERRYMAN paddles back to OGRE.  STAGE HANDS turn fabric wide, so it hides them as they exit.]

Scene 8 – The inn

[Stage set: STAGE HANDS bring on Inn door.  INNKEEPER wearily sweeps the outside of the Inn.]

[EROE and BELAFLORE walk onstage and head toward INNKEEPER, who moves to greet them. INNKEEPER smiles warmly at EROE, but then realization hits when she gets a closer look at BELAFLORE.]

INNKEEPER:
(shocked disbelief) Belaflore?

BELAFLORE:
Mama?

INNKEEPER:
My baby girl!

[Mother and daughter embrace with joy.]

INNKEEPER:
Belaflore, look at you! You have grown so beautiful.

BELAFLORE:
I am so happy to see you, Mother!

EROE:
I almost forgot! Your feather, Signora (pronounced seen-YOR-ah).

[EROE pulls out a feather and hands it to INNKEEPER.]

[INNKEEPER shakes her head and returns the feather to EROE.]

INNKEEPER:
Keep it! My heart is no longer broken. Now that my daughter is home safe, I will sleep tonight for the first time in three years! (yawns heavily) I mean later tonight, of course. (instantly falls asleep and starts to fall)

[EROE and BELAFLORE catch her before she slides to the floor. They lay INNKEEPER gently on the stoop of the Inn and cover her with the blue cloth, putting a pile of cloth behind her head as a pillow. INNKEEPER snores.]

BELAFLORE:
Go ahead and sleep, Mama. We must run to the king. But we’ll be back as soon as we can.

INNKEEPER:
(drowsy) Back soon, baby girl… My baby’s home… (snores again loudly)

[BELAFLORE kisses her mother on the forehead. She and EROE hurry in the direction of the castle offstage.]

[INNKEEPER slowly gets up and exits.]

Scene 9 – King’s throne room

[Stage set: Same as in Scene 1.]

NARRATOR:
And so Eroe and Belaflore made haste to the King.

[Pantomimed scene behind NARRATOR. COURT ADVISORS greet EROE with astonishment, then enthusiastically pat him on the back when he produces the Ogre’s feather.]

NARRATOR:
But were they too late?

[COURT ADVISORS immediately lead EROE to MEDICO. MEDICO sadly shakes his head as he stands beside KING lying prone and unresponsive, a blanket laid over him.]

[EROE pulls out a feather and shows it to MEDICO.]

MEDICO:
A feather! From an ogre?

EROE:
That it is!

[EROE hands the feather to MEDICO. MEDICO gestures “No,” insisting instead that EROE be the one to do the honors.]

[ATTENDANTS gather around as EROE and brushes the feather against KING’s heaving chest.]

[All watch KING expectantly. KING opens his eyes. Rises. And smiles.]

KING:
(clasps MEDICO’s arm) I can feel the sickness washing away. (breathes deeply) Everything is coming back! (stands and exclaims loudly to everyone) I am cured!

[Everyone cheers “Viva!” (pronounced VEE-vah) and “Evviva!” (pronounced ee-VEE-vah).

KING:
(to MEDICO) It took long enough. (to EROE) You did it!

[EROE bows to KING, then rises and gestures at BELAFLORE, who stands by his side.]

EROE:
Actually, Sire, Belaflore is the one who did the impossible.

[KING raises his eyebrows when he sees how EROE and BELAFLORE smile and interact with each other.]

KING:
You and Belaflore? Indeed! Well then you are both to be praised!

[NARRATOR steps to the front of the stage.]

NARRATOR:
With the King’s health restored, he was once again on his very best behavior.

KING:
Attenti (pronounced ah-TEN-tee)! Now that I am well, I can pick up where I left off. I am sure there are many disputes awaiting my just and perfect rulings. Bring in the first!

[Enter VILLAGER #1 and VILLAGER #2 in the midst of a pantomimed argument. VILLAGER #1 has an arrow through his head and points angrily at VILLAGER #2, who holds an empty bow. When they see KING, they stop arguing and bow to him.]

NARRATOR:
And so the King presided over disputes and set the kingdom to rights, as before. And Medico…

[MEDICO tries to take the arrow out of the head of VILLAGER #1.]

NARRATOR:
…Eroe and Belaflore…

[EROE and BELAFLORE smile at each other and hold hands.]

NARRATOR:
…and all of Sicily lived happily ever after. Well, almost all… You see, when taking the Ogre across the river-

[STAGEHANDS pull the blue cloth off the thrown and wave it from each end like a flowing river. STAGEHANDS or Audience make “whooshing” sounds of rushing water.]

[OGRE angrily walks out on stage by the river wearing FERRYMAN’s boat.]

NARRATOR:
-the Ferryman remembered what Eroe had told him. He jumped ashore before the Ogre could pay him. And guess who was left behind on the boat as the new Ferryman…

OGRE:
Ferryman! Maid! I’m hungry! I want pie!

[OGRE faces the Audience and shakes his fist.]

OGRE:
Say! Would any of you like a ride across this river? (to one member of the audience) You? You look like you could use a ride. (points to another member of the audience) Or you? I’ll get you across quicker than you think. (to entire audience) Come on, ANYONE? (shakes both fists in the air) AUGHH!

[If you have a curtain, close it now. If you do not, fade the lights. If you have no stage lights, all actors come on stage and bow to the audience.]

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The play script, "Ogre's Feather," was adapted by C. Alvarado from a story of the same name found at https://www.storiestogrowby.org/story/ogres-feather/ and further described at the end of the story.  ©2006 Elaine L. Lindy.  All rights reserved.


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