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 PRINCESS STORIES FROM AROUND THE WORLD
written by Jody Terio
from stories about princesses
STUDY GUIDE
.....scholars over the last century have attempted to
define why fairy tales and magical stories can be found
in virtually every culture around the globe......
...the old tales exist in many different forms, changing
and adapting from culture to culture, generation to
generation - shape shifting, elusive, mysterious, mutable,
capable of wearing many different forms......
Terry Windling
Study Guide Sponsored by TD Bank
Girls turn into princesses from all "four corners" of the globe.
Sleeping on a pea, turning an egg into a prince and facing the
fearful unknown are just a few things princesses must learn to do.
Thematically, fairy tales with a princess as a central character
often present a child with challenging, sometimes frightening
personal trials or choices. Many times these involve important
rites of passage such as choosing sexual partners, leaving parents,
dealing with death or finding freedom from parental points of view.
The theme of making one's own way in the world arises when the
central character's support systems have somehow been swept away.
The princess theme currently runs through and around our culture,
producing an ideal form of behaviour specifically for women (young
ladies). It is also specific because it crosses all cultures
without particular biases, i.e. there is a king in all cultures, a
queen and a princess or prince in each story form. The archetype is
absolutely borderless.
Both the shadow of the princess and the glorification of the role
model, make this an interesting subject. It is the writer's
intention to ride down the middle of this split, both celebrating
the light side of princesses - ie. beauty, wealth and power, with
the shadow side which seeks identification with outer markings,
based on position in society and the overwhelming
attention placed on what a princess looks like - further
accentuated with Barbie and current model images that permeate our
contemporary society. The age group that this is meant to appeal to
has not entered the scary teen world where the shadow side of
princess lurks, but as writer I am aware that this is where they
will all tread eventually.
The stories are from North America, the Middle East, Africa and
Europe creating a "global" look at the menu of offerings in the
"princess" motif. Each princess finds her way through a maze of
uncertainty in her drive to find herself.
And I think that creativity is the best antidote to all sorts of
problems, the solution to many of our ills; our dullness, our
sleepiness, our tendency to think "in the box". Some of the
stories make us laugh and above all we are laughing at ourselves.
Some of them make us overcome our fear. Each of us takes this story
home to practice, to enrich our lives and to help us face the
challenges ahead.
Jody Terio
Artistic Director
little red theatre
"The folk tale is the primer of the picture-language of the soul."
quote by Joseph Campbell
Moral Education in Fairy Tales
by Bruno Bettleheim in "The Uses of Enchantment"
This is the message that fairy tales get across to the child in manifold form; that a
struggle against severe difficulties in life is unavoidable. It is an intrinsic part of
human existence - but that if one does not shy away, but steadfastly meets
unexpected and often unjust hardships, one masters all obstacles and at the end
emerges victorious.
Modern stories written for young children often avoid these existential problems
although they are crucial issues for all of us. The child needs most particularly to
be given suggestions in symbolic form about how he may deal with these issues and
grow safely into maturity. "Safe" stories mention neither death nor aging, the limits
to our existence, nor the wish for eternal life. The fairy tale confronts the child
squarely with these basic human predicaments.
Many fairy stories begin with the death of a mother or father; in these tales the
death of the parent creates the most agonizing problems, as it (or the fear of it) does
in real life. Other stories tell about an aging parent who decides that the time has
come to let the new generation take over. But before this can happen, the successor
has to prove himself capable and worthy.
It is characteristic of fairy tales to state an existential dilemma briefly and pointedly.
This permits the child to come to grips with the problem in its most essential form,
where a more complex plot would confuse matters for him. The fairy tale simplifies
all situations. Its figures are clearly drawn, and details, unless very important, are
eliminated. All characters are typical rather than unique.
Contrary to what takes place in many modern children's stories, in fairy tales, evil
is as omnipresent as virtue. In practically every fairy tale good and evil are given
body in the form of some figures and their actions, as good and evil are omnipresent
in life and the propensities for both are present in every man. It is this duality
which poses the moral problem, and requires the struggle to solve it.
Evil is not without its attractions - symbolized by the mighty giant or dragon, the
power of the witch, the cunning queen in "Snow White" and often it temporarily in
the ascendancy. In many fairy tales a usurper succeeds for a time in seizing the
place which rightfully belongs to the hero - as the wicked sisters do in "Cinderella".
It is not that the evildoer is punished at the story's end which makes immersing
oneself in fairy stories an experience in moral education, although this is part of it.
In fairy tales as in life, punishment or fear of it is only a limited deterrent to crime.
The conviction that crime does not pay is a much more effective deterrent, and that
is why in fairy tales the bad person always loses out. It is not the fact that virtue
wins out at the end which promotes morality, but that the hero is most attractive to
the child, who identifies with the hero in all his struggles. Because of this
identification the child imagines that he suffers with the hero his trials and
tribulations and triumphs with him as virtue is victorious. The child makes such
identifications all on his own and the inner and outer struggles of the hero imprint
morality on him (her).
Following are three of the four stories that we decided to use for our play.
There were so many of them, but these were the ones that I chose because 1. The
stories were very interesting 2. They could be mounted on a stage within a
reasonable budget and still Look Good!
The princess and the pea
by Hans Christian Andersen
ONCE upon a time there was a prince who wanted to marry a real princess. He
travelled around the whole world in search of this real princess but never found
her. There was always something about them that was not as it should be. The
prince returned home very sad and weary for he had set his heart on marrying a
real princess.
One evening a storm settled over the land. Lightning flashed and thunder roared.
Rain came down by the bucket. When the storm raged at its worst, someone knocked
on the castle gate and the queen went down to open it.
On the other side of the gate stood a wet and ragged princess. Water ran down
her hair and mud caked her sopping clothes. It flowed in through the heels of
her shoes and down through the toes. She said she was a princess and would like
to get warm.
"We shall see if indeed she is a princess" thought the queen without uttering a
word. She hurried off to the guest room and took off the bedclothes . Then on
the bare bedstead she put a tiny pea. ON top of the pea she piled twenty
mattresses and twenty feather quilts. That was to be the bed upon which the
princess would sleep.
The next morning a servant asked her how she had slept. She replied, "Oh just
wretchedly!! I did not close my eyes even once the whole night through. God
knows what was in that bed turning me black and blue!"
Now everyone knew that she was certainly a real princess, since she had felt the
little pea through all the twenty mattresses and twenty feather quilts. Only a
real princess would be so sensitive!!
The happy prince married her. The pea was put on exhibition at the royal museum
where you can go see it. If it hasn't been stolen. That was a real story!!
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSEN was born on April 2, 1805 in Odense near Copenhagen
Denmark. He is the author of plays, novels poems, travel books and several
autobiographies. While many of the works are almost unknown outside Denmark, his
fairy tales are among the most frequently translated works in all literary
history.
Andersen was born in a slum and had a difficult battle breaking through the rigid
class structure of his time. Jonas Collins, one of the directors of the Royal
Theatre in Copenhagen helped him to raise money to send him to school. This
allowed him to be admitted to the University of Copenhagen in 1828. After
receiving some recognition as both a novelist and a playwright he put out his
first book of tales. In 1835 "Tales, Told for Children" which included "The
Tinderbox", "Little Claus and Big Claus" "The Princess and the Pea" and "Little
Ida's Flowers" were published. Two further instalments made up the first volume
of "Eventyr" in 1837. A second volume was completed in 1842 and between 1858-72
another volume was added called "New Fairy Tales and Stories". These
collections broke new ground in both style and content. Andersen used the idioms
and constructions of the spoken language thus breaking with the literary
tradition of his time. While some of his tales reveal an optimistic belief in
the ultimate triumph of goodness and beauty e.g "The Snow Queen", others are
deeply pessimistic and end unhappily. One reason for Andersen's great appeal to
both children and adults is that he was not afraid of introducing feelings and
ideas that were beyond a child's immediate comprehension, yet remaining in touch
with the child's perspective. Andersen travelled through Europe, Asia Minor and
Africa from 1840 to 1857 gathering many of his ideas for the tales we love. He
combined his natural storytelling abilities and imaginative power with universal
elements of folk legend to produce a body of fairy tales that relates to many
cultures. Hans Christian Andersen died on August 4, 1875.
THE EGG PRINCE
A Tale from Africa
Long ago in Africa there was a great king who loved his queen. But one day she
caught a fever and it was obvious that she was going to die. The king went into
her hut to say goodbye.
"Husband, I have given you many daughters. But now I can never give you a son,
so I have one last gift for you. Bring me whatever you find in the corner of the
hut." Feeling foolish, her husband did as she asked. Behind a roll of mats he
found the most monstrous egg he'd ever seen.
"Care for it as if it were yours and see what happens" said his wife in a weak
voice. The king thought she was just feverish and talking nonsense. Yet when the
queen died he couldn't bring himself to throw the egg away. He wrapped it
lovingly in a beautiful cloth and put it in a safe place.
Weeks and months passed but the king kept remembering his wife's dying words and
the son she had longed to give him.
One day he was invited to a feast at a nearby village. Everyone danced and sang
late into the night. Everyone except the king who missed his queen too much to
dance or sing. The king noticed a fawnlike girl among the dancers. She dances
with such fire and grace, he thought. He asked who she was "That's Lebou, our
king's daughter" he was told. "She's as strong as she is beautiful. She can
run faster than our finest warriors".
That night the king tossed and turned in his bed. If my wife had borne a son,
Princess Lebou could be his bride. At last the king fell asleep and dreamed he
had a son. But the prince seemed unhappy. "Why are you unhappy?" the king asked.
"Because I have no wife" the prince sighed.
The next day the king went to Lebou's father. "My husband isn't old enough to
be a husband and our daughter is too young to be a wife, but if you let her come
to live among my own daughters until they are old enough to marry, I'll pay a
fine price for this maiden."
And Lebou came to live among the other women in the king's household. A fine hut
was built for her and she was given the best of everything. The king's daughters
were friendly and she soon settled in and did not think it strange that no one
mentioned the young prince whose bride she would be. She didn't like to ask and
a year passed.
One day after the rains, the women went out to work in the fields. After a time,
the king said they hadn't brought enough seed to finish planting.
"I'll run back and fetch more" said Lebou. Off she sped back to the village.
The sun was hot and when she reached the thorn hedge that ran around the
compound, she stopped to rest. She heard a voice shouting, "My father has got
a wife for me! My father has got a wife for me."
Lebou felt sure no man would kick up such a hullabaloo inside the king's compound
unless he belonged to the royal family. "It must be the one I've never seen,"
she gasped. "My husband to be". Suddenly she was desperate to see this
mysterious prince. "Let him be tall and clever and handsome and kind."
She peered around eagerly but all she could see was a gigantic egg rolling around
among the huts shouting and laughing.
Ooh, not that round white thing!! She forced herself to pick up the monstrous
egg. Not knowing what else to do, she hid it in her hut and went back to the
fields without telling anyone what had happened.
After supper Lebou said she wasn't feeling well and wanted to sleep alone in her
hut. When she was sure everyone was asleep she stole out of her hut and fled
from the village. Lebou ran through the warm starry darkness and before dawn
burst into her father's hut. "Father, do you hate me? Why did you get rid of
me". I didn't my dear, I arranged a wonderful marriage." The princess wept.
"My prince isn't even a man. He's just a horrible old egg. I don't want to go
back there."
Her father didn't fancy telling such a noble king that his troublesome daughter
had run away. "It will all work out for the best" he said. "I know a very
strong charm. Go back, do what I say and you'll have handsome husband in no
time!"
"You better be telling the truth" said Lebou firmly. "Because otherwise I will
come straight home again".
Her father taught her the words of the charm. He gave her a bag of herbs and a
pot of ointment and told the princess what to do.
By the time she reached her father in laws village everyone had gone off to the
fields. No one noticed she was gone, assuming she was still asleep in her hut.
She lit a fire without anyone noticing the smoke from her hut.
She set a pot of water on the fire. While the water bubbled and boiled she
braided rushes into a soft mat. Then she took the egg, put it carefully on the
mat and poured boiling water over it - swoosh - the egg steamed.
Next Lebou rubbed the shell with her magic ointment. It smelled of oranges,
sandalwood and something that made her sneeze. She patiently rubbed the shell
all over. Then Lebou covered the egg with a warm blanket, went to her sleeping
mat and waited.
After a while she heard a voice. "I'm growing a leg. It's very LONG!".
Everything went quiet again for awhile. Then the voice announced. "Another long
leg is growing". After another silence the voice shouted. "An arm. And
another. Ooh, there's my head. I have an eye.. and some ears." Finally the
voice sang, "I'm all here! I'm ME."
Then Lebou heard a new sound. "Crack" followed by the patter of pieces of shell
falling to the ground.
She jumped up, afraid of what she might find. She took a deep breath and turned
back the blanket. The hut fell silent. There, where the monstrous egg had been,
lay a young man, fast asleep. He was so handsome she couldn't take her eyes off
him. But something wasn't right because her egg prince wouldn't wake up. Lebou
tickled his neck with a feather. But still he slept. She threw a big handful of
herbs into the water to make the magic extra strong. The hut filled with a wide
awake smell. Her heart beat faster. She washed the egg prince briskly from head
to toe with the warm, scented water. But still he slept.
When she finished washing him, Lebou rubbed the prince all over with the rest of
the magic ointment. Then she gathered up the eggshells and dropped them in a
little earthenware pot. The egg prince started to toss about.
Evening came. The girl shut the sleeping prince safely inside her hut and sat
outside. The stars came out one by one. The frogs and crickets began to make
their night music. At last the king's daughters returned from the fields and
asked Lebou if she was feeling better.
"I feel worse than ever" she said. One of the girls brought a bowl of steaming
hot porridge and told her to make it an early night. But that's just what the
princess didn't do. When everyone was asleep Lebou slipped out of the village.
She reached her father's hut. "What's wrong this time? I did everything you told
me" she said. "The egg cracked and out hatched a handsome prince".
"Where is he?" "Fast asleep in my hut. What could I do? I have no clothes for
a prince". So her father gave her the things an African prince must have: a
cloak, a shield, and a fine throwing spear. Lebou took them and hurried back.
"Wake up, Prince Egg!" she whispered. "Look what I've brought you."
The prince opened his eyes and stood up. Without a word he threw a cloak around
his shoulders and took his spear and shield. "You look very fine" she told him
"All the same, Prince Egg, you can't let anyone see you yet". And she went out
of her hut closing the door behind her and sat down to watch the sunset.
When the king' daughters returned from the fields, they asked how she was as they
had before. When they brought her supper that evening, the girl went into her
hut and shared it with her silent prince.
The next morning she woke him before sunrise. "Prince Egg! Hurry!! Put on your
cloak and go and sit in your father's seat outside the meeting hut." Prince Egg
put on his cloak, took his shield and spear, and did what she said. It was cold
and misty; too early for anyone to be awake. But as the herd boys came yawning
out of their huts they were startled to see a stranger in the king's chair. When
they returned from milking the cows, the egg prince called them over. "Let me
see!" he commanded. He examined the milk and told the boys to take it to the
king's hut without spilling a drop.
"Master, there's a stranger in your seat", they told the king. "He said we
mustn't spill any milk." The king put on his headdress and strode out to deal
with this stranger. "Who are you?" he demanded.
"Don't you know me?" said Prince Egg.
"I've never seen you before in my life,"
"Yet you gave me a beautiful wife,"
"Did I?" asked the king more puzzled then ever.
The prince told his father the whole story. Then he called the princess and she
brought with her the fragments of eggshell she had saved.
Now the king knew the young man's story was true and that his longed for son was
here at last. Everyone was so happy that the entire village danced and sang for
a week or more.
After many years the old king died and Prince Egg ruled the village. Lebou always
kept the broken eggshells. When her sisters in law asked her why she didn't throw
them away, she smiled mysteriously. She didn't want to tell them the truth. For
her father told her that if her husband ever treated her badly, she only had to
scatter the eggshells on his pillow and he would go straight back into the egg
from which he came.
The princess was almost certain she'd never have to do such a terrible thing.
But because she was a sensible girl with her strong feet firmly on the ground and
its better to be safe than sorry, she kept them just in case.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Like many folk tales, this story is not attributed to an individual. It has been
translated from a Bantu language and has been identified as coming from the
country in Africa called Kenya. It was found in a beautiful book called
"The Starlight Princess".
About Kenya: Kenya lies across the equator on the east side of the African
continent. Its neighbours are Ethiopia to the north, Somalia to the east,
Tanzania to the south, Uganda to west and Sudan to north west. From North America
it would take about 16 hours to fly there. The mainstay of Kenya's economy is
tea, followed by coffee, horticultural products, pyrethrum, pineapples, sisal,
tobacco and cotton. Food crops strictly for domestic consumption are maize,
beans, cane sugar, wheat, rice, bananas, cassava, potatoes, sorghum, millet and
livestock farming. Their main industries include food and beverage processing,
manufacture of petroleum products, textiles, fibres and garments.
Kenya's history: like most of African history was never written down but was
passed from generation to generation by word of mouth instead. According to a
theory currently widely accepted, all people of the world are descendants of a
small number of Homo Sapiens who broke out from sub-Saharan Africa around 100,000
BC. and moved northwards to populate the world. Kenya's own civilization goes way
back to many centuries ago: the early stone age. A new group of people arrived
in the late stone age (3000 BC - 1000 BC) with tall narrow heads and prominent
noses, now recognized as the peoples of Somalia and Ethiopia. For thousands of
years Kenya had alot of rainfall. Pastoralists and agriculturalists lived and
practiced herding, agriculture and fishing. Around 400 Ad there was a new
migrations of the Bantu people into East Africa. In 600 AD Islam was introduced
by Arabs settling on the coastal area. By AD 1100 the Arabs had established
trading posts in East Africa. The Swahili language was a result of the contact
between the Arabs and the Bantu. In the 1400's Portuguese arrived on their coast
looking for trade and trade routes. By the 1800's the great Trek of Christian
missionaries and explorers were drastically changing the face of Kenya. Kenya
regained its independence in 1952 and in 1992 became a multi party state. The
two official languages of Kenya are Kiswahili and English.
The first president, Kenyatta (hence the name) knew that a new way of life and
better standards of living would not be easy to fulfill in Kenya. The slogan
"Harambee" was given to Kenyan workers for the purpose of national development.
Kenyatta likened the task ahead of the new nation to that of workers with a
burden which would only be overcome by working together to successfully heave up
or put together their heavy load. People have successfully identified with the
Harambee call to the extent that it now seems as a way of life. It is the Kenyan
self help and self reliance movement.
Bantu Tribe:
Their original homeland was Central Africa in the area between Shaba Province in
Zaire and Cameroon. As there numbers expanded many went south to Angola and moved
across Congo Highlands to lake Tanganyika. The second group moved across the
Sudan to the region of the great lakes and Rift Valley and then many moved south
from there. There were mostly cattle owning tribes. Bantu people in Kenya
arrived there from both directions. The Bantu are the largest and wealthiest
ethnic and linguistic group in Africa, numbering about 120 million people. They
inhabit most of the continent south of the Congo River except the extreme
southwest. There are almost a hundred Bantu languages and few cultural
generalizations concerning the Bantu can be made.
THE PRINCESS WHO COULD NOT CRY
A beautiful princess always laughed, even when she was sad. An evil fairy had
placed a curse upon her at birth and the royal child simply could not cry. Thus
she laughed at everything - which often proved to be embarrassing.
Desperate, the queen called upon a wise gypsy and asked for her advice. The old
woman gazed into a crystal ball for a long moment and then said, with a voice as
ancient as time, "If the princess can be made to cry just once, the spell will
be broken forever. She will then be able to cry like a normal person."
The king offered a rich reward of land and gold to anyone who could make his
daughter cry - without hurting her.
Several people arrived at the castle gate with clever solutions. One woman told
tragic stories and sang sad songs for two days and two nights. The princess
stayed as happy as a hummingbird, although she was a bit tired. An unpleasant
looking man made horrid faces scary enough to frighten any child to tears. The
princess laughed and laughed and begged for more.
One of the king's counsellors suggested that the royal daughter be forced to
throw her favourite toys down from the highest tower. The princess smiled as she
gathered up her finest dolls, and giggled as she carried them up the winding
staircase to the top of the highest tower. She hooted and hollered as she tossed
them over the side, one by one, and watched them smash to pieces on the stone
walkway so very far below.
The king and queen were beside themselves with grief and wept loudly for their
daughter. She heard them sobbing and couldn't keep herself from laughing even
harder.
One bright morning soon after, a ragged little girl with a dirty face carried a
small basket to the castle door. Her name was Gillian and she lived deep in the
forest with her old mother. They were as poor as scarecrows and just as skinny.
To make matters worse, Gillian's mother had fallen terribly ill. The little girl
pulled bravely on the bell rope and a guard opened the heavy wooden door. "I've
come to make the princess cry" said Gillian with a small frightened voice. The
guard escorted her inside. The queen looked upon Gillian with kindness and said
"Promise you won't hurt her."
"I promise, your Majesty". Gillian was taken to the princess's room and left
alone with her. News of the child's visit quickly spread throughout the castle,
and a small crowd of counsellors, noblemen and women, kitchen and stable help,
all joined the queen outside the princess's door. It wasn't long before they
heard the amazing sound of two little girls sniffling. Then they heard quiet
weeping which soon changed to loud bawling.
The queen could stand it no longer and threw open the door. What a surprise it
turned out to be. Gillian and the princess sat on the floor with the poor girl's
basket between them. Each held a paring knife in one hand and a large, ripe
onion in the other. Gillian was showing the princess how to peel it. Wet tears
streamed down both their faces. At long last, the princess was crying, really
crying.
The evil spell had been broken and the royal child could now laugh when she was
happy and cry when she was sad. Gillian was given the land and the gold and lived
in comfort with her old mother who, you will be happy to know was now quite well.
The best part was that Gillian's land was right near the castle and she and the
princess played together nearly every day. Sometimes, even many years later the
two could be seen crying together in the kitchen of the castle as they made onion
soup. For the princess had grown quite fond of onions since that fateful day when
she learned how to cry.
PREPARATION FOR
THE PRINCESS STORIES PRESENTATION
1. If any of these stories are available in your library with illustrations,
it is great to read them that way. Otherwise, use the stories in the
study guide to read to your students and read it aloud.
2. Discuss the geography of the places where these stories takes place.
4. Each story comes from a different community. Have students draw a picture
of what a typical setting would be for these stories.
ie. Princess and the Pea is set in mid 19th century Europe.
ie. Egg Prince is set in Kenya Africa
** For older students this could involve a field to trip to the museum or
some intensive library research focusing on design patterns, colors and
styles of those communities.
5. Discover other stories that come from some of these places that we are
visiting.
6. 19th century Europe and Kenya Africa have very different music. Find a
selection from both communities and discuss with students how and why they
are so different.
ie. Ayub Ogada plays traditional music from Kenya
ie. Beethoven, Anton Bruckner, Robert Schumann, Johannes Brahms are
composers typically heard in the Europe's 19th century.
7. Traditional dance forms come from the familiar music that is played. The
contrast between the dance forms of Africa and Europe is very large. Have
students learn some steps from each form. Study why these forms are so
vastly different and speculate as to WHY!!
ie. African dance is often choreographed to resemble "work". In Europe
this is not the case. What is the message?
8. Princess Stories come from almost everywhere on the globe. Choose other
princess stories that might be interesting.
i.e. Starlight Princess and other Princess Stories, retold by Annie Dalton
6. Pass The Banana
For this storytelling activity have students sit in a circle. Find an
object i.e. a plastic banana, a rattan bird or a toy monkey. Each student
adds a sentence or phrase to the story and then passes "the banana" to
the next student. Allow students to tell the story as they remember it,
adding or leaving out parts of the plot. Start with one of the Princess
Stories from around the World and then other fairytales.
Tip: start each sentence with "And then..." to keep the story moving and
fluid.
7. Play with Props
Have students bring some props from home and make others by painting
objects on cardboard and cutting them out.
Some prop ideas: a wooden sword, an old hat, feathers, an antique frame,
a candle and holder, a fan, a crown, an umbrella, a wooden bird etc.
Divide students into groups of four. Each group is given 3 props to make
a scene based on the play. Skits are presented to the class. Props can be
exchanged between groups and you can start the activity over and over
again!
8. Tiny Puppet Play
Have students bring finger puppets from home or borrow some from the
school library. OR!!! You can make simple finger puppets with colourful
felt and white glue. Also gather small objects i.e. 2 inch high plastic
farm animals, small cardboard rolls or boxes, plastic flowers or leaves,
paper umbrellas used to decorate drinks etc. Students can retell one of
the Princess Stories or another fairytale using finger puppets and tiny
objects. To inspire students, read several fairytales to them.
9. And then, the King said...
Read a story to your class. Periodically stop the story and ask students
"what do you think will happen?" or "what will the king say?". Have
students give their response using character voices or animal sounds. In
preparation practice different voices i.e. the King's deep voice, a wolf's
howl etc.
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AFTER THEY HAVE SEEN THE PLAY!!
Picture This
Students draw or paint their favourite part of Princess Stories From around the
World. Each student describes what is going on in their drawing. At the same time
the teacher writes what the child has said in large letters on newsprint (to
create captions). Arrange the pictures and the captions on a bulletin board so
that they tell a story. This is a good activity for Kindergarten and ESL
students.
WE WOULD LOVE TO SEE THEIR PICTURES!! If you would like to send us some, mailing
address is at bottom of page.
Our wish at LITTLE RED THEATRE is that your kids enjoy our production of
Princess Stories From Around the World
* and learn more about other cultures
* solve problems in new ways!
* feel encouraged to use their imaginations!
If you would like to send us mail.....
little red theatre
25 Beaty Avenue
Toronto M6K 3B3
GOOD LUCK!
Jody Terio
Artistic Director
EMAIL!!
info@littleredtheatre.on.ca
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