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Why Hens Keep Scratching the Ground? by Victoria Roxas
1. Why Hens Keep Scratching the Ground
SOLO 1: Don’t you notice?
Hens keep scratching the ground.
SOLO 2: Yes, just why? Can you tell?
SOLO 3: Can you tell?
SOLO 4: (As of an echo) can you tell?
SOLO 1: Hm—m—m Listen—
CHOIR: One morning, Pretty Little Hen
Was walking in the garden—
She saw a grain—
Shining grain,
Delicious grain,
Right on the lane!
At once, she picked it up
And ate it—
the shining grain,
delicious grain,
upon the lane.
(Suddenly, Hen is surprised to hear sounds,
as of the heart, beating wild and fast.)
But what’s that?
When she looked up, she saw
Mr. Hawk.
SOLO 3: Mr. Hawk,
SOLO 4: Mr. Hawk—
CHOIR: Up the mango tree—
the tall mango tree!
Right!
She saw Mr. Hawk up the tree—
Mr. hawk whose heart was suddenly
pierced by Cupid’s dart.
SOLO 1: In other words, Mr. Hawk
fell head over heels in
love with Pretty Hen!
CHOIR: Let’s eavesdrop, him?
HAWK: Where do I begin-?
HEN: Well, just begin from the beginning—!
HAWK: Oh—oh—Miss Lovely Hen!
I love you quite,
And I want you to be my wife.
Will you marry me—?
Please—Miss Pretty?
HEN: (takes time before speaking, but is in
reality very flattered)
Mr. Hawk—Er—Well—
I’ll marry you, yes—
but then
Only when—when—
My wings grow like yours
So that I too may fly,
SOLO 1: fly,
SOLO 2: fly—
So that I too may fly
HAWK: Oh thank you my love!
For that day, I’ll pray to Him above—
CHOIR: And with that, Mr. Hawk flew away—
SOLO 1: away—
SOLO 2: away—
CHOIR: Contemplating his victory in his suit,
And he came back the next day.
HAWK: My love, my beloved true,
An engagement ring I’ve brought for you.
Wear it and tell the whole world, too,
That we’re going steady through and
through.
HEN: (Eyes popping with delight)
Oh thanks, then you, your sweetie,
Around my neck this ring it will be—
CHOIR: And away she walked,
proudly,
coquettishly,
This pretty hen so vain!
Trying to show everyone
The ring she has just won.
(From behind the bushes Mr. Cock appears and
crows!)
COCK: Kok—ko—ro—kok!
Kok—ko—ro—kok!
(Hen is surprised and startled)
HEN: Mr. Cock! Oh—Good morning there!
(Cock stares angrily at Hen.)
HEN: —Hey—I mean, how are you?
COCK: (Loud and angrily)
Do I see a ring on your neck?
Another guy’s ring, eh? Why?
You’ve promised to be my wife, haven’t
you?
Hence—you mustn’t
wear any ring given to you
by any other men.
Throw that away! Now!
(Hen hesitates)
COCK: (Louder)
Throw that ring away—
or else—
(Reluctantly, Pretty Hen throws the ring
away.)
CHOIR: Click, click, click
Went the ring—
2. Background:
There goes my love,
There goes my ring away—
(Cock leaves.)
(Hen then sits sadly pondering the loss of
her ring—as Hawk suddenly appears)
HAWK: My lovely Hen, my sweetie,
Do my eyes deceive me?
I see that our engagement ring,
From your pretty neck is missing?
HEN: (Carefully, frightfully, gropes her words)
I’m sorry—because—yesterday
While I was alone at play,
I saw a huge, huge snake,
Frightened, I ran away!
HAWK: Well? (Unbelieving)
HEN: Well—
I—ran—fast—away,
I dropped
I dropped the—ring—
(Cries)
HAWK: I can see in your eyes—
that you’re not telling the truth!
HEN: (Cries and hide fear in sobs)
HAWK: I should have known!
Not because one is pretty,
You can rely on her sincerity!
And because you’ve made a fool of me,
The greatest wrath and punishment
You’ll get from me!
SOLO 1: Anger—
SOLO 2: Wrath—
SOLO 3: Revenge—
HEN: (Cries softly)
Can’t I have another chance?
HAWK: (Shakes head and continues angrily)
From now on, you shall always scratch the
ground.
To search for my ring around!
SOLO 1: Search for the ring—
SOLO 2: Scratch—
SOLO 3: Scratch—
SOLO 4: Scratch—
HAWK: And what’s more—(Emphatically)
I will always eat every chick that I shall
find—
Mark my word in time!
SOLO 1: Time—
SOLO 2: Time—
SOLO 3: Time—
CHOIR: And from then on,
The hen had always scratched the ground!
(Background—sound of scratching)
CHOIR: And when the Hawk flies overhead,
Mother Hen’s frightened voice is heard—
HEN: Cluck! Cluck! Cluck!
Come my little ones!
My little chicks!
Come!
Cruel Hawk is coming!
Come, Mr. Hawk is going to eat you!
Come!
-Victoria Roxas-