SAMPLE -- Three Not So Wise Men
Scene 1
Naomi: -- I can’t believe you talked us into going on this long journey. You’re too old, mother, to be traveling this far.
Dorcus: -- Yeah, mother, like I’ve broke five nails, and my hair's dry, look at these split ends.
Anna: -- Stop your belly aching, girl’s, we’re almost there. Thank the Lord, I didn’t have any more daughter’s. At least I was blessed with a son, first. And he’s a Magi, what a boy.
Naomi: -- Please, I don’t want to hear another word about Simon, he’s such a mommy’s boy. We wouldn’t be in these ridiculous clothes, choking on dust, if you hadn’t decided to spy on our older brother.
Anna: -- Girls, I think your brother is losing his marbles. Chasing some silly story. I thought him and his friends were “Wise men.”
Dorcus: -- Marbles? I didn’t know Simon had marbles? (Pause) What are marbles?
Naomi: -- You brainless heathen, it’s just an expression. I can’t believe we’re sisters, something happened in the womb, I know it.
Dorcus: -- Mother, make her stop.
Anna: -- No Dorcus, I think your sister’s right
Naomi: -- (Sneers at Dorcus)
Anna: -- As I was saying, your brother and his friends are on a search for the “Messiah.” I guess they think that big star up there is pointing the way. He even took the Myrrh I was saving for my burial. You know how much that ointment costs?
Naomi: -- Why did you let him take it.
Anna: -- My sweet boy asked for the Myrrh, so I gave it to him.
Dorcus: -- Can I have your blue, wool tunic?
Anna: -- No!
Naomi: -- Mother, why do we have to be so far back, my feet hurt.
Dorcus: -- I hope we get to a town soon, I need sandals, these have camel droppings all over them.
Naomi: -- Well Duffis, step around the camel droppings.
Dorcus: -- Oh…That’s a good idea. (Pause) By the way Naomi, my name is Dorcus; you have a hard time pronouncing it. Say it with me, D.O.R.C.U.S.
Naomi: -- D.U.F.F.I.S. Mother can we leave her at the next town?
Anna: -- Girls be quiet, lets get closer to your brother, so we can hear what their planning.
END SAMPLE
Scene 1
Naomi: -- I can’t believe you talked us into going on this long journey. You’re too old, mother, to be traveling this far.
Dorcus: -- Yeah, mother, like I’ve broke five nails, and my hair's dry, look at these split ends.
Anna: -- Stop your belly aching, girl’s, we’re almost there. Thank the Lord, I didn’t have any more daughter’s. At least I was blessed with a son, first. And he’s a Magi, what a boy.
Naomi: -- Please, I don’t want to hear another word about Simon, he’s such a mommy’s boy. We wouldn’t be in these ridiculous clothes, choking on dust, if you hadn’t decided to spy on our older brother.
Anna: -- Girls, I think your brother is losing his marbles. Chasing some silly story. I thought him and his friends were “Wise men.”
Dorcus: -- Marbles? I didn’t know Simon had marbles? (Pause) What are marbles?
Naomi: -- You brainless heathen, it’s just an expression. I can’t believe we’re sisters, something happened in the womb, I know it.
Dorcus: -- Mother, make her stop.
Anna: -- No Dorcus, I think your sister’s right
Naomi: -- (Sneers at Dorcus)
Anna: -- As I was saying, your brother and his friends are on a search for the “Messiah.” I guess they think that big star up there is pointing the way. He even took the Myrrh I was saving for my burial. You know how much that ointment costs?
Naomi: -- Why did you let him take it.
Anna: -- My sweet boy asked for the Myrrh, so I gave it to him.
Dorcus: -- Can I have your blue, wool tunic?
Anna: -- No!
Naomi: -- Mother, why do we have to be so far back, my feet hurt.
Dorcus: -- I hope we get to a town soon, I need sandals, these have camel droppings all over them.
Naomi: -- Well Duffis, step around the camel droppings.
Dorcus: -- Oh…That’s a good idea. (Pause) By the way Naomi, my name is Dorcus; you have a hard time pronouncing it. Say it with me, D.O.R.C.U.S.
Naomi: -- D.U.F.F.I.S. Mother can we leave her at the next town?
Anna: -- Girls be quiet, lets get closer to your brother, so we can hear what their planning.
END SAMPLE
Fitlyspoken Ministry
Three Not So Wise Women -- $3.00
by Desiree Vik
by Desiree Vik
Christmas or any Lady's meetings. A fictional story about the mother and two sisters of Simon, one of the Wisemen searching for the Messiah. Zany and fun!
Staging -- The Story begins as the trio of women are following Gaspar to Jerusalem in the back of a Big Caravan.
Playing Time -- 5 minutes
Cast -- Three Women
Anna, Simon's Mother A sarcastic, grumpy older women
Naomi, Simon's oldest sister A know it all
Dorcus, Simon's younger sister A somewhat spacey girl
Staging -- The Story begins as the trio of women are following Gaspar to Jerusalem in the back of a Big Caravan.
Playing Time -- 5 minutes
Cast -- Three Women
Anna, Simon's Mother A sarcastic, grumpy older women
Naomi, Simon's oldest sister A know it all
Dorcus, Simon's younger sister A somewhat spacey girl