WEMBERLY WORRIED

by Kevin Henkes

Parts(2):   Narrator 1      Narrator 2      Narrator 3       Narrator 4       Mother
            Wemberly        Father          Grandmother      Mrs. Peachum     Jewel
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Narrator 1:   WEMBERLY WORRIED

Narrator 2:   Wemberly worried about everything. Big things, little things, and things in between.

Narrator 3:   Wemberly worried in the morning. She worried at night.  And she worried throughout
              the day.
   
Mother:      "You worry too much," 

Narrator 4:   said her mother.

Father:      "When you worry, I worry," 

Narrator 4:   said her father.

Grandmother: "Worry, worry, worry. Too much worry."

Narrator 4:   said her grandmother.  

Narrator 1:   At home, Wemberly worried about the tree in the front yard, and the crack in the 
              living room wall, and the noise the radiators made.

Narrator 2:   At the playground, Wemberly worried about the chains on the swings, and the bolts
              on the slide, and the bars on the jungle gym.

Narrator 3:   And always, she worried about her doll, Petal.
 
Mother:      "Don't worry," 

Narrator 4:   said her mother.

Father:      "Don't worry," 

Narrator 4:   said her father.

Narrator 1:   But Wemberly worried.  She worried and worried and worried.

Narrator 2:   When Wemberly was especially worried, she rubbed Petal's ears. Wemberly worried
              that if she didn't stop worrying, Petal would have no ears left at all.

Narrator 3:   On her birthday, Wemberly worried that no one would come to her party.

Mother:      "See, there was nothing to worry about,"

Narrator 4:   said her mother. But then Wemberly worried that there wouldn't be enough cake.

Narrator 1:   On Halloween, Wemberly worried that there would be too many butterflies in the
              neighborhood parade.

Father:      "See, there was nothing to worry about,"

Narrator 2:   said her father. But then Wemberly worried because she was the only one.

Mother:      "You worry too much," 

Narrator 3:   said her mother.

Father:      "When you worry, I worry," 

Narrator 3:   said her father.

Grandmother: "Worry, worry, worry. Too much worry,"
 
Narrator 3:   said her grandmother. 

Narrator 4:   Soon, Wemberly had a new worry: school.  Wemberly worried about the start of school
              more than anything she had ever worried about before.

Narrator 4:   By the time the first day arrived, Wemberly had a long list of worries.

Wemberly:     What if no one else has spots? What is no one else wears stripes? What if no one 
              else brings a doll?  What if the teacher is mean?  What if the room smells bad?  
              What if they make fun of my name? What if I canšt find the bathroom? What if I hate 
              snack?  What if I have to cry? 

Mother:      "Don't worry," 

Narrator 1:   said her mother.

Father:      "Don't worry," 

Narrator 1:   said her father. But Wemberly worried.  She worried, and worried, and worried. 
              SHE WORRIED ALL THE WAY THERE.

Narrator 2:   While Wemberly's parents talked to the teacher, Mrs. Peachum, Wemberly looked around
              the room. Then Mrs. Peachum said, 

Mrs. Peachum: "Wemberly, there is someone I think you should meet."

Narrator 3:   Her name was Jewel.  She was standing by herself.  She was wearing stripes.  She 
              was holding a doll.

Narrator 4:   At first, Wemberly and Jewel just peeked at each other.

Wemberly:    "This is Petal," 

Narrator 1:   said Wemberly.

Jewel:       "This is Nibblet," 

Narrator 1:   said Jewel.

Narrator 2:   Petal waved. Nibblet waved back.

Jewel:       "Hi," 

Narrator 3:   said Petal.

Wemberly:    "Hi," 

Narrator 3:   said Nibblet.

Wemberly:    "I rub her ears," 

Narrator 4:   said Wemberly.

Jewel:       "I rub her nose," 

Narrator 4:   said Jewel.

Narrator 1:   Throughout the morning, Wemberly and Jewel sat side by side and played together
              whenever they could. Petal and Nibblet sat side by side, too.

Narrator 2:   Wemberly worried.  But no more than usual. And sometimes even less.

Narrator 3:   Before Wemberly knew it, it was time to go home.

Mrs. Peachum: "Come back tomorrow," 

Narrator 4:   called Mrs. Peachum, as the students walked out the door. Wemberly turned and 
              smiled and waved.  She said, 

Wemberly:     "I will. Donšt worry."
Scripted by Jill Jauquet