Rolling Oranges tells the story of oranges. One morning, the orange family woke up and found someone driving a truck and moving a ladder to pick oranges. Let's see their fate.

figure

Tom: Daddy Orange.

Kelly: Orange Mother.

Wallis: Sister Orange J.

Essie: Little Brother orange.

trait

Father orange: He is a middle-aged man, understanding and thoughtful.

Mother orange: She is younger and more energetic than her father. She is also optimistic.

Sister orange: She is young, energetic and competitive.

Brother orange: He is the youngest, so he is a little spoiled.

Scene 1 Scene 1: Orchard

One morning, in the orange orchard.

It's a sunny day today. An orange family is nervously discussing some things on the orange trees in the orchard. )

Father: I was awakened early this morning by the sound of trucks (yawning) in the field. Mother: Well, this is not the first time.

Sister: A large group of strangers were transported by truck.

Brother: That really scared me. They got out of the car and began to climb the ladder.

Sister: (suddenly afraid) Oh! My friends were arrested and put in big bags. I can hear them shouting for help.

Father: Hey! We shouldn't look at them; Otherwise, they will notice us.

Mother: But it's no use.

Sister: Oh, my God! We've been discovered!

Brother: Oh! We were caught off the branch. What will we do for food and water?

Sister: It will be uncomfortable to go to town with many strangers with that bag. Mother: Well, we can only do our best. Father: Yes!

Scene 2 is at the fruit stand.

(Put it in a bag for half an hour and put it on the fruit stand. )

Sister: Gee! This place is so cold and desolate. I hope our friends are also in this booth (looking at the fruit stand opposite).

Brother: On the way here, I tried to make friends with these people, but everyone looked uncomfortable and scared. (suddenly)

Sister: Oh! Mom! How could they do that?

Mother: What are you talking about?

Brother: I know what she is saying (brother turns to look). Father: What do you see?

Sister: My friend was dismembered and eaten. How could they do that? I was scared. Father: Now, children, calm down. Mother: shh ~ someone is coming. Father: Try to be quiet.

Sister: I don't want to be taken away. Brother: Oh! My friend was taken away. Sister: Your friend looks so fat.

Mother: If we look sour, maybe we won't be taken away. Brother: That's a good idea. But how can we look unhappy? Mother: Now, children, don't be afraid. Calm down. Father: Oh! Don't! Someone is watching me.

Mother: I told you not to eat so much. Now you look fat and juicy. Father is being taken away. )

Brother: Oh, no, Dad!

Father: (sadly) Goodbye, children.

Sister: Oh! Dad was put in a basket and taken away. Mother: Oh, no!

Brother: Come on. Our father cannot be taken away. Mother: Look, he is being bagged and put in the cart.

Sister: Hey! The wheels of the trolley are leaving the shop. Brother: A car has stopped.

Mother: Oh, no! His bag is being taken away. Sister: But it's broken. Dad and I fell out. Brother: Dad has gone away.

All: (jumping up and down cheering) Get out! Go away! He ran away. Sister & Brother: Ye! Ye! Cheers for dad! Mother: Oh! Thank god.