Josh

Script Narrator: Once there was a bear. Bear: Grrrrr, that’s me. Narrator: A circus bear, a dancing circus bear. All day he lay in a cage where the floor was cold, hard stone on his paws. Bear: Brrrrrr (shivers from coldness) Narrator: At night, by the light of flaming torches, he was led to the centre of the square where acrobats and tumblers, trapeze artists and clowns performed for the crowd. And he too, performed. To the music of trumpets, drums and cymbals she danced. Bear: (starts dancing to circus music) Narrator: He lifted his feet and swayed to the sound and some of the crowd clapped and cheered. Others poked him with sticks and threw stones at his ragged coat. Bear: (Groans in pain and stops dancing) Narrator: Day in and day out. Year in and year out. One night, high in the mountains, he was led into the village square. Bear: (Walks a couple of paces) Narrator: “It’s the bear,” called the crowd. “It’s the bear.” “Dance, bear, dance.” The bear stood very still. Bear: (Stops moving) Narrator: “Dance, bear, dance.” (Music starts) Narrator: He looked around. Bear: ( Dances and looks around) Narrator: “Dance, bear dance.” Hear the music, hear the music. Trumpets blast, drums roll. Cymbals clash, clash, clash. Bear: (Stops moving) Narrator: Sticks poke. Sticks prod. Chains yank. Stones strike, strike, strike. Bear: (Pretends that is getting poked) (Drumroll) Bear: ROAR Narrator: The bear ran into the field as he came across a big pole, he climbed the pole and leaped off never to be seen again Bear: (Finds chair, climbs, jumps off) The End Type in the content of your page here.