Link to Folder on Google Drive Here
Presentations on Google Slide:
Part 1 (slides, pub), Part 2 (slides, pub), Part 3 (slides, pub), Part 4 (slides, pub), Part 5 (slides, pub), Part 6 (slides, pub), Part 7 (slides, pub), Part 8 (slides, pub), Part 9 (slides, pub), Part 10 (slides, pub), Part 11 (slides, pub)
Worksheets:
Part 1 (drive, docs, pub), Part 2 (drive, docs, pub), Part 3 (drive, docs, pub), Part 4 (drive, docs, pub), Part 5 (drive, docs, pub), Part 6 (drive, docs, pub), Part 7 (drive, docs, pub), Part 8 (drive, docs, pub), Part 9 (drive, docs, pub), Part 10 (drive, docs, pub), Part 11 (drive, docs, pub),
Here is another set of movie worksheets I've designed for relatively low level young learner students.
These worksheets follow the same pattern and approach as the worksheets I previously designed on Peter Pan, The Jungle Book, and 101 Dalmatians. In order to avoid repeating myself too much, I'm going to try to keep the explanation to a minimum here.
Showing movies in class is based on the philosophy that young learners benefit most from lots of input. The majority of this input should be highly graded, but I think some authentic material in the classroom is not a bad thing. (I try to limit myself to about 5 minutes of this movie at a time, so they get about 5 minutes of authentic input during a class of 2 hours. Although, granted, by the time the movie is played twice, this ends up taking between 10-20 minutes of class-time.)
Although the actual movie itself is far above the students' level, the worksheets are based off of the "grade the task not the text" philosophy, and so the intention was to make the task as easy as possible.
In the class, the movie worksheets follow these steps.
1. Students are introduced to 5 vocabulary words on PowerPoint.
2. Students read together "The Story Last Time" section on the PowerPoint
3. Students listen quietly to the section of the movie
4. Students are given the script, and fill in the missing words.
5. The movie is played again. Students follow along with their script to check their answers. The teacher pauses the movie after each answer is given, to ensure everyone has the right answer, and to allow weaker students to find their place in the script again.
6. After the movie finishes, final feedback is on PowerPoint.
The pictures for "The Story Last Time" Section on PowerPoint all come from this website here.
I had trouble finding a good script online for this movie. There were a bunch of half-completed scripts, but no good full script. The one I mainly used as a base is from this website here, but because of the many errors and omissions I ended up having to edit it substantially.
For the movie itself, I used two different sources. The best quality version I could find was on Kiss Cartoon at this link here. But because the media player on youtube is more user friendly, I also sometimes used a youtube version of the movie here. The Google Slide links include both versions of the movie. However, as the movie is copyrighted material, it's only a matter of time before both videos are taken down, and the links become invalid. At the time of this writing, however, all the links are still working.
Reflections on the suitability of this movie in particular
Now that I'm all finished using this movie, I've come to the conclusion that this was probably not my best choice. Well, hindsight is 20/20. It seemed like a good idea beforehand. I had fond childhood memories of this movie, and both stories have extended climaxes that are really fast paced and funny. Also the fact that this movie is in fact a combination of two shorter stories meant that in both cases the stories were more streamlined, and there was a lot less filler before getting to the climatic scenes. (For those of you unfamiliar with this film, this is a 1949 Disney movie that is actually a combination of two shorter stories. The first half is an adaptation of The Wind in the Willows. The second is an adaptation of The Legend of Sleepy Hollow.)
...However...
Both of these stories are heavily based on narration, and so contain long stretches of the voice of the narrator, instead of dialogue. (Dialogue would have been preferable to me, because it more resembles authentic spoken English, and because it's broken up into smaller units.)
Also both stories get their flavour from a narrator who uses a very literary vocabulary, which makes it unsuitable for beginner students.
Unfortunately I didn't fully realize what a bad choice this movie was until we were already several lessons into it, and by that point I decided to just keep going and finish the movie anyway.
I still think this movie was of some value to my students, but a different movie with more dialogue and easier vocabulary would have been of more value to them. (Oh well, the best of us make some bad choices every now and then. I'll just try to do better next time. The next movie I'm doing with my students is The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh, which has much simpler language.)
* The Adventures of Ichabod and Mr Toad Part 2
* The Adventures of Ichabod and Mr Toad Part 3
* The Adventures of Ichabod and Mr Toad Part 4
* The Adventures of Ichabod and Mr Toad Part 5
* The Adventures of Ichabod and Mr Toad Part 6
* The Adventures of Ichabod and Mr Toad Part 7
* The Adventures of Ichabod and Mr Toad Part 8
* The Adventures of Ichabod and Mr Toad Part 9
* The Adventures of Ichabod and Mr Toad Part 10
* The Adventures of Ichabod and Mr Toad Part 11
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Part 7
Part 8
Part 9
Part 10
Part 11
Match the words to the sentences:
book, friends, Postman, silence, tea
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song:
Ichabod,and Mr Toad, Ichabod, Ichabod and Mister Toad...Ichabod, Ichabod,
Ichabod and Mister Toad
Narrator:
If you were asked to choose the most fabulous character in English literature, who
would it be? Robin Hood? King Arthur? Becky Sharp? Sherlock Holmes? Oliver
Twist, perhaps? Well any one of them would be an excellent choice. Still, for
the most fabulous character of all, I would nominate a toad: J Thaddeus Toad,
Esquire. Have you never met him? You'll find his story in this delightful
little (1)___________ "The Wind in
the Willows". Toad, you might say, was the one disturbing element. Incurable
adventurer, mad, reckless, tried everything. A positive mania for fads, and he never
counted the cost. He had a host of fair-weather friends, of course. But there
were only three who had his best interests at heart. One was a badger.
MacBadger. And then there was a water rat. A bit stuffy, perhaps, but really a
fine fellow. And a…a mole. A gentle creature, kind and sympathetic. They all
made their homes in a quaint little community along a riverbank. Now on that
particular day, Mole was in a hurry because... oh, yes of course, because he
was late for (2)___________. A regrettable habit. Still, Rat had more or less
learned to put up with it. And so, as usual:
“Sorry
Rat,” says Mole.
“Quite alright,”
says Rat.
“Two
lumps if you please,” says Mole.
And then,
just as they were getting comfortably settled...
Rat:
Hello?
Postman:
Special Delivery, Mister Rat.
Rat: Thank
you, (3)___________.
Postman: How's
everything on the river today, sir?
Rat: Dashed
quiet, as usual, thank you. Hmmm. Mole, listen to this: Dear Rat, You and Mole
must come to Toad Hall at once. Urgent!! A. MacBadger.
Narrator:
Now Rat was certain Toad was making trouble again. Well, the answer to that lay
just around the bend at Toad Hall, the ancestral home of J Thaddeus himself.
This impressive structure, by the way, was by all odds the finest home on the
river. The animals were tremendously proud of it. They felt it gave the whole
community an air of, uh, respectability. To lose Toad Hall was, of course,
unthinkable, and yet it was no secret that Toad's costly follies had brought him
to the brink of bankruptcy. So as a last resort, MacBadger had volunteered to take
over and put Toad's house in order.
MacBadger:
Smashed fence. Two guineas. Damage, lamp post. Four pound six. Destruction of
hen house. Um…Ach! How can a man figure with all this hubbub?
Crowd: I'll
not be put off!
MacBadger: Silence!
Crowd:
Pay my bill! I want my money!
MacBadger:
(4) ___________! You'll get your money in due course. Now, go along with you.
I'll pay no more today. Why did I ever assume the responsibility of looking
after—Ach! Didn't I tell you—? Ah, ah, it's you, Rat. And Mole, too. Thank
goodness, lads. You've come at last.
Narrator:
Poor MacBadger. He'd reached the end of his rope. For, as he said himself…
MacBadger:
I'm practically a nervous wreck.
Rat: I
say MacBadger! What seems to be the trouble?
MacBadger:
Something’s got to be done about Toad! This time he's gone too far!
Mole: But
he promised us—.
MacBadger:
Promises? Ha! What good are his promises when these wild manias take him? Now
look, you're his closest friends, are you not?
Rat: Yes.
Mole:
Very dear (5)___________.
MacBadger:
Then lad, you got to find Toad and stop him!
Rat: What's
he doing?
MacBadger:
He's got a new mania. He's rampaging about the county in a canary-yellow gypsy
cart. With a horse named Cyril.
https://quizlet.com/_23np4s
Answers:
song:
Ichabod,and Mr Toad, Ichabod, Ichabod and Mister Toad...Ichabod, Ichabod, Ichabod
and Mister Toad
Narrator:
If you were asked to choose the most fabulous character in English literature, who
would it be? Robin Hood? King Arthur? Becky Sharp? Sherlock Holmes? Oliver
Twist, perhaps? Well any one of them would be an excellent choice. Still, for
the most fabulous character of all, I would nominate a toad: J Thaddeus Toad,
Esquire. Have you never met him? You'll find his story in this delightful
little (1)book "The Wind in
the Willows". Toad, you might say, was the one disturbing element. Incurable
adventurer, mad, reckless, tried everything. A positive mania for fads, and he
never counted the cost. He had a host of fair-weather friends, of course. But
there were only three who had his best interests at heart. One was a badger.
MacBadger. And then there was a water rat. A bit stuffy, perhaps, but really a
fine fellow. And a…a mole. A gentle creature, kind and sympathetic. They all
made their homes in a quaint little community along a riverbank. Now on that
particular day, Mole was in a hurry because... oh, yes of course, because he
was late for (2)tea. A regrettable habit. Still, Rat had more or less
learned to put up with it. And so, as usual:
“Sorry
Rat,” says Mole.
“Quite alright,”
says Rat.
“Two
lumps if you please,” says Mole.
And then,
just as they were getting comfortably settled...
Rat:
Hello?
Postman:
Special Delivery, Mister Rat.
Rat: Thank
you, (3)Postman.
Postman: How's
everything on the river today, sir?
Rat: Dashed
quiet, as usual, thank you. Hmmm. Mole, listen to this: Dear Rat, You and Mole
must come to Toad Hall at once. Urgent!! A. MacBadger.
Narrator:
Now Rat was certain Toad was making trouble again. Well, the answer to that lay
just around the bend at Toad Hall, the ancestral home of J Thaddeus himself.
This impressive structure, by the way, was by all odds the finest home on the
river. The animals were tremendously proud of it. They felt it gave the whole
community an air of, uh, respectability. To lose Toad Hall was, of course,
unthinkable, and yet it was no secret that Toad's costly follies had brought
him to the brink of bankruptcy. So as a last resort, MacBadger had volunteered
to take over and put Toad's house in order.
MacBadger:
Smashed fence. Two guineas. Damage, lamp post. Four pound six. Destruction of
hen house. Um…Ach! How can a man figure with all this hubbub?
Crowd: I'll
not be put off!
MacBadger: Silence!
Crowd:
Pay my bill! I want my money!
MacBadger:
(4)Silence! You'll get your money in due course. Now, go along with you.
I'll pay no more today. Why did I ever assume the responsibility of looking
after—Ach! Didn't I tell you—? Ah, ah, it's you, Rat. And Mole, too. Thank
goodness, lads. You've come at last.
Narrator:
Poor MacBadger. He'd reached the end of his rope. For, as he said himself…
MacBadger:
I'm practically a nervous wreck.
Rat: I
say MacBadger! What seems to be the trouble?
MacBadger:
Something’s got to be done about Toad! This time he's gone too far!
Mole: But
he promised us—.
MacBadger:
Promises? Ha! What good are his promises when these wild manias take him? Now
look, you're his closest friends, are you not?
Rat: Yes.
Mole:
Very dear (5)friends.
MacBadger:
Then lad, you got to find Toad and stop him!
Rat: What's
he doing?
MacBadger:
He's got a new mania. He's rampaging about the county in a canary-yellow gypsy
cart. With a horse named Cyril.
Match the words to the sentences:
friends, horse and cart, How do you do, merrily, motorcar
|
Rat: I say MacBadger! What seems to be
the trouble?
MacBadger: Something’s got to be done
about Toad! This time he's gone too far!
Mole: But he promised us—.
MacBadger: Promises? Ha! What good are
his promises when these wild manias take him? Now look, you're his closest
friends, are you not?
Rat: Yes.
Mole: Very dear friends.
MacBadger: Then lads, you got to find
Toad and stop him!
Rat: What's he doing?
MacBadger: He's got a new mania. He's
rampaging about the county in a canary-yellow gypsy cart. With a horse named
Cyril.
Toad: Tally-Ho!
Cyril: Tally-Ho!
Both: Tally-Ho!
Toad: Are we on our way to Nottingham,
to Brittingham, to Buckingham or any hammy hamlet by the sea? No!
Cyril: Are we on our way to Devonshire,
to Lancashire or Worcestershire? I'm not so sure we'll have to wait and see.
Toad:
Are we on our way to Dover? Or going merrily over the jolly old road
that goes to Plymouth Hoe?
Both: No! We're merrily, merrily,
(1)_____________, merrily, merrily on our way to nowhere in particular. We're
merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily on our way though the roads are
perpendicular.
Cyril: We're always in a hurry
Toad: We have no time to stall
Both: We've got to be there, we've got
to be there, but where we can't recall. We're merrily, merrily, merrily,
merrily, merrily on our way and we may be going to Devonshire, to Lancashire,
to Worcestershire. We're not so sure but what do we care? We're only sure we've
got to be there, we're merrily on our way to nowhere at all
Toad: Hello, you fellows! You are the
very animals I was coming to see! Come along! Hop up here! We'll go for a jolly
ride! The open road, the dusty highway. Come! I'll show you the world. Travel,
change, excitement, ha-ha-ha.
Cyril: Ahem. Ahem.
Toad: How stupid of me! I want you
fellows to meet my noble steed Cyril.
Cyril: Aye, that's me. A bit of a
trotter, a bit of a rotter. How do you do? (2)_____________? How do you DO?
Rat: How do you do?
Cyril: Say, governor, your
(3)_____________ seem to be a bit on the stuffy side, what?
Rat: Toad, we want to have a talk with
you.
Toad: Oh, a visit! Splendid!
Rat: Toad, this is serious. You’ve got
to give up that (4)_____________.
Toad: Give up my… Oh, but my dear Ratty, oha, this is my
career! Surely you can't mean--.
Rat:
I do mean it! You’ve got to stop this foolishness!
Toad: No.
Rat:
You must!
Toad: No. I won't do it.
Rat: Your
reckless behavior is giving us animals a bad name!
Toad: I won’t even listen.
Rat: You're fast becoming a menace to society. If you won’t think of
yourself, think of poor old MacBadger! And as
for that horse, no good can ever come
from gadding about with such a fast and
irresponsible beast!
Toad: Ohahaha
Rat: Get
him, Mole!
Mole:
Come down, Toady.
Toad:
Stop it! Let me go! Giddy up, Cyril! Giddy up! It's no use. You'll never get me
to give this up! Wee! Tally-ho! Yikes!
Cyril: Hey, look!
Toad:
Gad! What is it?
Cyril: Lummy, governor, it's a motorcar.
Toad: Motorcar? A (5)_____________. Gad!
What have I been missing?
Mole: Ratty, it isn't. He hasn't.
Rat:
It is, and he has. A new mania. Motor mania.
Rat: I say MacBadger! What seems to be
the trouble?
MacBadger: Something’s got to be done
about Toad! This time he's gone too far!
Mole: But he promised us—.
MacBadger: Promises? Ha! What good are
his promises when these wild manias take him? Now look, you're his closest
friends, are you not?
Rat: Yes.
Mole: Very dear friends.
MacBadger: Then lads, you got to find
Toad and stop him!
Rat: What's he doing?
MacBadger: He's got a new mania. He's
rampaging about the county in a canary-yellow gypsy cart. With a horse named
Cyril.
Toad: Tally-Ho!
Cyril: Tally-Ho!
Both: Tally-Ho!
Toad: Are we on our way to Nottingham,
to Brittingham, to Buckingham or any hammy hamlet by the sea? No!
Cyril: Are we on our way to Devonshire,
to Lancashire or Worcestershire? I'm not so sure we'll have to wait and see.
Toad:
Are we on our way to Dover? Or going merrily over the jolly old road
that goes to Plymouth Hoe?
Both: No! We're merrily, merrily, (1)merrily,
merrily, merrily on our way to nowhere in particular. We're merrily, merrily,
merrily, merrily, merrily on our way though the roads are perpendicular.
Cyril: We're always in a hurry
Toad: We have no time to stall
Both: We've got to be there, we've got
to be there, but where we can't recall. We're merrily, merrily, merrily,
merrily, merrily on our way and we may be going to Devonshire, to Lancashire,
to Worcestershire. We're not so sure but what do we care? We're only sure we've
got to be there, we're merrily on our way to nowhere at all
Toad: Hello, you fellows! You are the
very animals I was coming to see! Come along! Hop up here! We'll go for a jolly
ride! The open road, the dusty highway. Come! I'll show you the world. Travel,
change, excitement, ha-ha-ha.
Cyril: Ahem. Ahem.
Toad: How stupid of me! I want you
fellows to meet my noble steed Cyril.
Cyril: Aye, that's me. A bit of a
trotter, a bit of a rotter. How do you do? (2)How do you do? How do you
DO?
Rat: How do you do?
Cyril: Say, governor, your (3)friends
seem to be a bit on the stuffy side, what?
Rat: Toad, we want to have a talk with
you.
Toad: Oh, a visit! Splendid!
Rat: Toad, this is serious. You’ve got
to give up that (4)horse and cart.
Toad: Give up my… Oh, but my dear Ratty, oha, this is my
career! Surely you can't mean--.
Rat:
I do mean it! You’ve got to stop this foolishness!
Toad: No.
Rat:
You must!
Toad: No. I won't do it.
Rat: Your
reckless behavior is giving us animals a bad name!
Toad: I won’t even listen.
Rat: You're fast becoming a menace to society. If you won’t think of
yourself, think of poor old MacBadger! And as
for that horse, no good can ever come
from gadding about with such a fast and
irresponsible beast!
Toad: Ohahaha
Rat: Get
him, Mole!
Mole:
Come down, Toady.
Toad:
Stop it! Let me go! Giddy up, Cyril! Giddy up! It's no use. You'll never get me
to give this up! Wee! Tally-ho! Yikes!
Cyril: Hey, look!
Toad:
Gad! What is it?
Cyril: Lummy, governor, it's a motorcar.
Toad: Motorcar? A (5)motorcar.
Gad! What have I been missing?
Mole: Ratty, it isn't. He hasn't.
Rat:
It is, and he has. A new mania. Motor mania.
Match the words to the sentences:
chambers,
door, escape, motorcar, stop
|
Toad: Ohahaha
Rat: Get him, Mole!
Mole: Come down, Toady.
Toad: Stop it! Let me go! Giddy
up, Cyril! Giddy up! It's no use. You'll never get me to give this up! Wee!
Tally-ho! Yikes!
Cyril: Hey, look!
Toad: Gad! What is it?
Cyril: Lummy, governor, it's a
motorcar.
Toad: Motorcar? A motorcar. Gad!
What have I been missing?
Mole: Ratty, it isn't. He hasn't.
Rat: It is, and he has. A new
mania. Motor mania.
Narrator: Mania. That’s it. That's
what it was—a positive mania. No telling where it would end either. Might
linger for months. And with Toad Hall at stake, well, Rat and Mole had no
choice. There was only one thing to do. Lock the poor chap up in his (1)______________
and keep him there until the poison worked out of his system.
Rat: Hold him, Moley!
Mole: That's better.
Rat: And you can't (2)
______________ you know. Simply no use trying.
Toad: Let me out of here! Open
up! Open up, I say! Please! Ratty! Moley! Open the (3)______________!
Narrator: Now of course playing
jailer to one's dearest friend wasn't exactly a pleasant situation. In fact,
Moley weakened right at the start and wanted to call it quits. But Ratty said
no, definitely not, this time they must be firm. After all, it wasn't just a
matter of saving Toad from himself. There was MacBadger to consider, and Toad
Hall and all that it stood for. Now there was only one thing wrong with Ratty's
cure for Toad’s motor mania. It didn't work. You see, Toad was far too clever.
And, at the moment, completely mad. He was determined to get a motorcar, even
if he had to beg, borrow or—.
Newspaper Sellers: Toad arrested! Extra!
Court Clerk: His gracious Majesty court of assizes, Majesty versus Thaddeus
Toad, Toad Hall, Riverbank, Doodle-Bunton-Maxon-Morton, Surrey. 24th day of
August set forth in the following brief. Ahem. Ahem. Accused is J. Thaddeus
Toad, of stealing a motorcar, and driving said stolen vehicle in a reckless
manner on a public highroad with the endangerment of sundry subjects of His
Majesty, their life and limbs.
Judge: Counsel for the Crown,
proceed with the case.
Prosecutor: My lord, I call, as first
Crown witnesses, Mister Rat and Mister Mole! Is it true that you had the
accused locked in his own house because he had threatened to get a (4)______________?
Did you, or did you not, have him locked up?
Rat: We did.
Prosecutor: Thank you! That is all!
Judge: Next witness.
Court Clerk: Mister Angus MacBadger!
Prosecutor: As trustee of the Toad estate, you knew of the prisoner's mania
for motorcars?
MacBadger: Well, I, uh...
Prosecutor: And due to his reckless extravagance, you cut off his allowance?
MacBadger: Well, uh…
Prosecutor: That he was, to the best of your knowledge, without funds?
Macbadger: Well, uh...
Prosecutor: That is all! Thank you!
Gentlemen of the jury, the Crown rests.
Judge: Counsel for the defense
will present his case.
Toad: My lord, with the court's
indulgence, I rise prepared to plead my own defense.
Rat: Moley! Moley, (5)______________
it!
Toad: Gentlemen of the jury I call, as my first witness, Cyril
Proudbottom.
Court Clerk: Cyril Proudbottom.
https://quizlet.com/_24fl1w
Answers:
Toad: Ohahaha
Rat: Get him, Mole!
Mole: Come down, Toady.
Toad: Stop it! Let me go! Giddy
up, Cyril! Giddy up! It's no use. You'll never get me to give this up! Wee!
Tally-ho! Yikes!
Cyril: Hey, look!
Toad: Gad! What is it?
Cyril: Lummy, governor, it's a
motorcar.
Toad: Motorcar? A motorcar. Gad!
What have I been missing?
Mole: Ratty, it isn't. He hasn't.
Rat: It is, and he has. A new
mania. Motor mania.
Narrator: Mania. That’s it. That's
what it was—a positive mania. No telling where it would end either. Might linger
for months. And with Toad Hall at stake, well, Rat and Mole had no choice.
There was only one thing to do. Lock the poor chap up in his (1)chambers
and keep him there until the poison worked out of his system.
Rat: Hold him, Moley!
Mole: That's better.
Rat: And you can't (2)escape
you know. Simply no use trying.
Toad: Let me out of here! Open
up! Open up, I say! Please! Ratty! Moley! Open the (3)door!
Narrator: Now of course playing
jailer to one's dearest friend wasn't exactly a pleasant situation. In fact,
Moley weakened right at the start and wanted to call it quits. But Ratty said
no, definitely not, this time they must be firm. After all, it wasn't just a matter
of saving Toad from himself. There was MacBadger to consider, and Toad Hall and
all that it stood for. Now there was only one thing wrong with Ratty's cure for
Toad’s motor mania. It didn't work. You see, Toad was far too clever. And, at
the moment, completely mad. He was determined to get a motorcar, even if he had
to beg, borrow or—.
Newspaper Sellers: Toad arrested! Extra!
Court Clerk: His gracious Majesty court of assizes, Majesty versus Thaddeus
Toad, Toad Hall, Riverbank, Doodle-Bunton-Maxon-Morton, Surrey. 24th day of
August set forth in the following brief. Ahem. Ahem. Accused is J. Thaddeus
Toad, of stealing a motorcar, and driving said stolen vehicle in a reckless
manner on a public highroad with the endangerment of sundry subjects of His Majesty,
their life and limbs.
Judge: Counsel for the Crown,
proceed with the case.
Prosecutor: My lord, I call, as first
Crown witnesses, Mister Rat and Mister Mole! Is it true that you had the
accused locked in his own house because he had threatened to get a (4)motorcar?
Did you, or did you not, have him locked up?
Rat: We did.
Prosecutor: Thank you! That is all!
Judge: Next witness.
Court Clerk: Mister Angus MacBadger!
Prosecutor: As trustee of the Toad estate, you knew of the prisoner's mania for
motorcars?
MacBadger: Well, I, uh...
Prosecutor: And due to his reckless extravagance, you cut off his allowance?
MacBadger: Well, uh…
Prosecutor: That he was, to the best of your knowledge, without funds?
Macbadger: Well, uh...
Prosecutor: That is all! Thank you!
Gentlemen of the jury, the Crown rests.
Judge: Counsel for the defense
will present his case.
Toad: My lord, with the court's
indulgence, I rise prepared to plead my own defense.
Rat: Moley! Moley, (5)Stop
it!
Toad: Gentlemen of the jury I call, as my first witness, Cyril
Proudbottom.
Court Clerk: Cyril Proudbottom.
Match the words to the sentences:
barman,
money, trade, weasels, witness box
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Judge: Counsel for the defense will present his case.
Toad: My lord, with the court's indulgence, I rise prepared to plead my own
defense.
Rat: Moley! Moley, stop it!
Toad: Gentlemen of the
jury I call, as my first witness, Cyril Proudbottom.
Court Clerk: Cyril
Proudbottom.
Toad: Are you acquainted with the defendant, J
Thaddeus Toad?
Cyril: Lord love a duck, yes! He's one of the
jolliest chaps I've ever run across. And simply tons of money.
Prosecutor: Good fellow, eh?
Throws it away. BUT he wasn't throwing it away that day! You heard Mister
MacBadger testify that his allowance was cut off. Then how did he get a
motorcar?
Cyril: The only way a gentleman gets anything.
The honest way.
Prosecutor: And what is the honest way?
Cyril: Haha! I thought you wouldn't know that,
governor!
Prosecutor:Your Lordship, I--
Judge: The witness may testify in his own
words.
Cyril: Right-o, governor. Now I'll give you the
facts of case. For when Toady escaped from his boudoir, he come heading
straight for my place. Soon we was off down the highway, but hadn't gone far, I
confess, when all of a sudden with a rush and a roar something passed like the
London Express. It was big, it was red, it was beautiful. A motorcar, hehehe, a
bit of alright. Toady was transfixed with, uh, rapture. You could tell it was
love at first sight. The motor pulled up to a tavern, wherein was located a
bar. And we watched while some tough-looking weasels got out of that lovely red
car. Now, weasels, I know, are deceitful. And not to be trusted, at all. But
how could I know they'd stolen that car? I didn't have no crystal ball. And the
governor, he’s not one to dally, he made up his mind like a flash.
He says “Try it for size, my good Cyril,
while I see what they'll take for it, cash.”
So into the tavern he saunters, where the
barman was back of the bar.
And he said, “Cheerio, tavern keeper.
Who's the owner of that, uh, hot-looking car?”
The (1)_____________, a codger named
Winky, leaned over the bar and said, “Why?”
The governor answered, “That car must be
mine! Whatever the price is, I'll buy.”
But Toad found he hadn't no
(2)_____________. So, he promptly offered a (3)_____________. The weasels
appeared to be willing. In a moment, the bargain was made. Then Toady drawed up
a paper, with almost incredible speed. And he called on old Winky the barman to
pop over and witness the deed. Now, the governor’s not a bit stingy. He never
does anything small. The weasels gave him the red motorcar, ha, and he gave the
(4)_____________ Toad Hall.
Macbadger: Ohh!
Prosecutor: Hmmm. Traded Toad Hall? An estate worth
100,000 pounds for a motorcar? You expect me to believe that?
Toad: I don't expect you to believe anything.
But fortunately, I can produce a witness. Call Mister Winky!
Court Clerk: Mister Winky! Mister Winky!
Toad: My lord, gentlemen, facing you in the
(5)_____________ is a citizen of substance and standing. A man of unimpeachable
honesty. Now, Mister Winky, do you recall an incident that took place in your
establishment last August the 12th, that I was a party to?
Winky: Oh yes, sir, that I do, sir.
Toad: Well, then, hahaha, just tell the court
what actually happened.
Winky: Well, governor, you tried to sell me a
stolen motorcar.
Cyril: That’s a deliberate lie, you
monkey-faced little rump -wat!
Toad: No. Oh! I've been framed! Let me go!
Help! Help! Help!
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Judge: Counsel for the defense will present his case.
Toad: My lord, with the court's indulgence, I rise prepared to plead my own
defense.
Rat: Moley! Moley, stop it!
Toad: Gentlemen of the
jury I call, as my first witness, Cyril Proudbottom.
Court Clerk: Cyril
Proudbottom.
Toad: Are you acquainted with the defendant, J
Thaddeus Toad?
Cyril: Lord love a duck, yes! He's one of the
jolliest chaps I've ever run across. And simply tons of money.
Prosecutor: Good fellow, eh?
Throws it away. BUT he wasn't throwing it away that day! You heard Mister
MacBadger testify that his allowance was cut off. Then how did he get a
motorcar?
Cyril: The only way a gentleman gets anything.
The honest way.
Prosecutor: And what is the honest way?
Cyril: Haha! I thought you wouldn't know that,
governor!
Prosecutor:Your Lordship, I--
Judge: The witness may testify in his own
words.
Cyril: Right-o, governor. Now I'll give you the
facts of case. For when Toady escaped from his boudoir, he come heading
straight for my place. Soon we was off down the highway, but hadn't gone far, I
confess, when all of a sudden with a rush and a roar something passed like the
London Express. It was big, it was red, it was beautiful. A motorcar, hehehe, a
bit of alright. Toady was transfixed with, uh, rapture. You could tell it was
love at first sight. The motor pulled up to a tavern, wherein was located a
bar. And we watched while some tough-looking weasels got out of that lovely red
car. Now, weasels, I know, are deceitful. And not to be trusted, at all. But
how could I know they'd stolen that car? I didn't have no crystal ball. And the
governor, he’s not one to dally, he made up his mind like a flash.
He says “Try it for size, my good Cyril,
while I see what they'll take for it, cash.”
So into the tavern he saunters, where the
barman was back of the bar.
And he said, “Cheerio, tavern keeper.
Who's the owner of that, uh, hot-looking car?”
The (1)barman, a codger named
Winky, leaned over the bar and said, “Why?”
The governor answered, “That car must be
mine! Whatever the price is, I'll buy.”
But Toad found he hadn't no (2)money.
So, he promptly offered a (3)trade. The weasels appeared to be willing.
In a moment, the bargain was made. Then Toady drawed up a paper, with almost
incredible speed. And he called on old Winky the barman to pop over and witness
the deed. Now, the governor’s not a bit stingy. He never does anything small.
The weasels gave him the red motorcar, ha, and he gave the (4)weasels
Toad Hall.
Macbadger: Ohh!
Prosecutor: Hmmm. Traded Toad Hall? An estate worth
100,000 pounds for a motorcar? You expect me to believe that?
Toad: I don't expect you to believe anything.
But fortunately, I can produce a witness. Call Mister Winky!
Court Clerk: Mister Winky! Mister Winky!
Toad: My lord, gentlemen, facing you in the
(5)witness box is a citizen of substance and standing. A man of
unimpeachable honesty. Now, Mister Winky, do you recall an incident that took
place in your establishment last August the 12th, that I was a party to?
Winky: Oh yes, sir, that I do, sir.
Toad: Well, then, hahaha, just tell the court
what actually happened.
Winky: Well, governor, you tried to sell me a
stolen motorcar.
Cyril: That’s a deliberate lie, you
monkey-faced little rump -wat!
Toad: No. Oh! I've been framed! Let me go!
Help! Help! Help!
Match the words to the sentences:
bang, Christmas, escape, grandma, officer, tear
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Toad: Now, Mister Winky, do you recall
an incident that took place in your establishment last August the 12th, that I
was a party to?
Winky: Oh yes, sir, that I do, sir.
Toad: Well, then, hahaha, just tell the
court what actually happened.
Winky: Well, governor, you tried to sell
me a stolen motorcar.
Cyril: That’s a deliberate lie, you
monkey-faced little rump-wat!
Toad: No. Oh! I've been framed! Let me
go! Help! Help! Help!
Newspaper Sellers: Toad guilty! Toad
guilty!
Narrator: News of Toad's disgrace rocked
the nation. Seems the court was determined to make an example of him. Of course
Toad's friends tried to help him, but they were blocked at every turn. Why they
must've reopened the case at least a dozen times. Appeal to this court, that
court, any court. But the decision stood. The case of J Thaddeus Toad was
closed.
Song: Merry, merry Christmas time, Bind
every heart with happiness, Let everyone…
Narrator: Yes, once again, it was a
white (1)______________. And once again the melodies of Yuletide hung sweet
upon the winter's air. Hearts were gay and spirits high. Indeed, in all the
city, there was but one spot untouched by the warmth of Christmas cheer: The Tower,
grim monument to despair. Cold, cruel, forbidding and, unfortunately, the abode
of Toad for a good many Christmases yet to come. Poor Toad. Alone with the
memories of his wasted life. What a fool he'd been! With many a pang he
recalled the kindly face of Angus MacBadger, and his sage advice, so often
scorned. A (2)______________ for Moley, too, for his loyalty, his sympathy, his
understanding. And Toad wept for Rat, and all those little lectures so often
laughed at. Yes, within the dark confines of his miserable cell, a new Toad was
born. A reformed Toad, a repentant Toad. In a flood of remorse, he vowed once
and for all to forsake the follies of the Primrose path. Never, never again
would he give way to those mad, foolish manias that had brought him to this
sorry end.
Prison Guard: Being as it’s Christmas,
you're allowed a visitor. Your grandma's here.
Toad: (3)______________?
Cyril: Oh, Merry Christmas, sonny!
Granny wouldn't forget her little Toady boy! Ahuhuh
Toad: Cyril?
Cyril: Shh! Shh!
Toad: Oh. Waha Cyril.
Wahahah.
Cyril: Look, Christmas gift.
Toad: What is it?
Cyril: Don't you get it? A disguise. Now
all you've got to do is put on this natty little costume and…
Narrator: Alas for good intentions. Toad
was incurable. One whispered word and all his high resolve vanished in the mad
whirl of this new adventure. This new mania! (4)______________!
Prison Guard: Toad's escaped!
Police Officer: Halt! Oh. Good evening,
ma'am.
Toad: Good evening to you,
(5)______________. Hahaha. We're merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily on
our—Ah!
Police Officer: Here, oh, begging your
pardon, my lady but you—. Hey!
Policemen: I say, you fellows over
there, do you see him?
Narrator: Gad, what perfectly ripping
luck! Trap Toad, would they? Aha! Never!
Policemen: There he goes! Where? Where?
Over there!
Toad: Bang! Bang! (6)______________!
Narrator: Blockheads! Let them scour the
countryside. Once more, J Thaddeus Toad had the last laugh.
Toad: Ohahahahaha, Ohahaha, Ah!
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Toad: Now, Mister Winky, do you recall
an incident that took place in your establishment last August the 12th, that I
was a party to?
Winky: Oh yes, sir, that I do, sir.
Toad: Well, then, hahaha, just tell the
court what actually happened.
Winky: Well, governor, you tried to sell
me a stolen motorcar.
Cyril: That’s a deliberate lie, you
monkey-faced little rump-wat!
Toad: No. Oh! I've been framed! Let me
go! Help! Help! Help!
Newspaper Sellers: Toad guilty! Toad
guilty!
Narrator: News of Toad's disgrace rocked
the nation. Seems the court was determined to make an example of him. Of course
Toad's friends tried to help him, but they were blocked at every turn. Why they
must've reopened the case at least a dozen times. Appeal to this court, that
court, any court. But the decision stood. The case of J Thaddeus Toad was
closed.
Song: Merry, merry Christmas time, Bind
every heart with happiness, Let everyone…
Narrator: Yes, once again, it was a
white (1)Christmas. And once again the melodies of Yuletide hung sweet
upon the winter's air. Hearts were gay and spirits high. Indeed, in all the
city, there was but one spot untouched by the warmth of Christmas cheer: The
Tower, grim monument to despair. Cold, cruel, forbidding and, unfortunately,
the abode of Toad for a good many Christmases yet to come. Poor Toad. Alone
with the memories of his wasted life. What a fool he'd been! With many a pang
he recalled the kindly face of Angus MacBadger, and his sage advice, so often
scorned. A (2)tear for Moley, too, for his loyalty, his sympathy, his
understanding. And Toad wept for Rat, and all those little lectures so often
laughed at. Yes, within the dark confines of his miserable cell, a new Toad was
born. A reformed Toad, a repentant Toad. In a flood of remorse, he vowed once
and for all to forsake the follies of the Primrose path. Never, never again
would he give way to those mad, foolish manias that had brought him to this
sorry end.
Prison Guard: Being as it’s Christmas,
you're allowed a visitor. Your grandma's here.
Toad: (3)Grandma?
Cyril: Oh, Merry Christmas, sonny! Granny
wouldn't forget her little Toady boy! Ahuhuh
Toad: Cyril?
Cyril: Shh! Shh!
Toad: Oh. Waha Cyril.
Wahahah.
Cyril: Look, Christmas gift.
Toad: What is it?
Cyril: Don't you get it? A disguise. Now
all you've got to do is put on this natty little costume and…
Narrator: Alas for good intentions. Toad
was incurable. One whispered word and all his high resolve vanished in the mad
whirl of this new adventure. This new mania! (4)Escape!
Prison Guard: Toad's escaped!
Police Officer: Halt! Oh. Good evening,
ma'am.
Toad: Good evening to you, (5)Officer.
Hahaha. We're merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily on our—Ah!
Police Officer: Here, oh, begging your
pardon, my lady but you—. Hey!
Policemen: I say, you fellows over
there, do you see him?
Narrator: Gad, what perfectly ripping
luck! Trap Toad, would they? Aha! Never!
Policemen: There he goes! Where? Where?
Over there!
Toad: Bang! Bang! (6)Bang!
Narrator: Blockheads! Let them scour the
countryside. Once more, J Thaddeus Toad had the last laugh.
Toad: Ohahahahaha, Ohahaha, Ah!
Match the words to the sentences
balcony, door, old lady, paper, police
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Prison Guard: Toad's escaped!
Police Officer: Halt! Oh. Good evening,
ma'am.
Toad: Good evening to you, officer.
Hahaha. We're merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily on our—Ah!
Police Officer: Here, oh, begging your
pardon, my lady but you—. Hey!
Policemen: I say, you fellows over
there, do you see him?
Narrator: Gad, what perfectly ripping
luck! Trap Toad, would they? Aha! Never!
Policemen: There he goes! Where? Where?
Over there!
Toad: Bang! Bang! Bang!
Narrator: Blockheads! Let them scour the
countryside. Once more, J Thaddeus Toad had the last laugh.
Toad: Ohahahahaha, Ohahaha, Ah!
Narrator: That same Christmas Eve, along
the riverbank, the name of Toad was banned from conversation, lest the memory
of his disgrace becloud the merriment of the season. And yet there was one
home, at least, in which two loyal hearts still held the warmth of Christian
charity.
Rat: Bless this good food we are about
to enjoy. Bless us, every one. And, uh, bless poor Toad.
Mole: And may he get time off for good
behavior. Why, it's a poor (1)____________. Let's take her over by the fire.
Rat: Ow!
Rat and Mole: Toad!
Rat: What are you doing here?
Toad: Well, I-I-I was just,uh sort of
Mole: Well, this is a merry Christmas!
But-but aren't you afraid of the police?
Toad: Afraid of the police? I, Toad,
afraid of the (2)____________?
Voice behind the door: Open up! Open up,
I say!
Toad: The police! Hide me! Hide me,
Ratty!
Ratty: Sorry Toad, but you owe a debt to
society. And you've got to pay. Mole let them in.
Mole: But, Ratty, don't you think,
maybe—.
Rat: Open the (3)____________!
Mole and Rat: MacBadger!
MacBadger: Hi, lads! I've just made a
very important discovery. Toad Hall is ablaze with lights and in possession of
a pack of weasels. And the leader of the gang is none other than Mister…
Weasels: Winky! Hip, hip Hooray!
MacBadger: And so, you see, he did trade
Toad Hall for the motorcar!
Rat: Then, Toad was innocent all the
time.
MacBadger: Aye, lads. And if he were
only here right now—. Toad!
Toad: Angus!
Rat: Sorry, Toad, I misjudged you.
Mole: I hope, someday, you'll find it in
your heart—.
Toad: Tut, tut. Not another word. To err
is human, to forgive—.
MacBadger: Thaddeus, not so fast! You're
still guilty in the eyes of the law. To prove your innocence, we've got to get
that paper away from Winky! Now, I have a plan. We'll sneak in through the
secret tunnel.
Narrator: It was an expert plan,
cunningly contrived but extremely dangerous. It would work only if each did his
part. There was no margin for error. The odds against them were tremendous, but
the stakes were high. But now, steady's the word. One false move and four lives
hang in the balance.
MacBadger: Careful, lads. There’s a
guard.
Toad: I'll pop him off!
Mole, Rat, MacBadger: Stop! Toad! Don't
shoot!
Weasel Guard: Who goes there?
Narrator: Whew! That was a close one.
Trust Toad to start things off on the wrong foot. Well, no turning back now.
Nothing for it but to push on. What new and greater perils lay ahead, no one
could say. But with Toad already getting out of hand, anything could happen.
Mole: Oh Look. They're all asleep.
MacBadger: Nay lads, they're drunk.
They've been hitting the bottle.
Rat: But where’s Winky?
Toad: There he is!
MacBadger: Shh! He's got the paper on
him! We'll have to climb up on the (4)____________.
Mister Winky: The (5)____________! It's
gone! Hey! Get him, you blokes! Get him!
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Prison Guard: Toad's escaped!
Police Officer: Halt! Oh. Good evening,
ma'am.
Toad: Good evening to you, officer.
Hahaha. We're merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily on our—Ah!
Police Officer: Here, oh, begging your
pardon, my lady but you—. Hey!
Policemen: I say, you fellows over
there, do you see him?
Narrator: Gad, what perfectly ripping
luck! Trap Toad, would they? Aha! Never!
Policemen: There he goes! Where? Where?
Over there!
Toad: Bang! Bang! Bang!
Narrator: Blockheads! Let them scour the
countryside. Once more, J Thaddeus Toad had the last laugh.
Toad: Ohahahahaha, Ohahaha, Ah!
Narrator: That same Christmas Eve, along
the riverbank, the name of Toad was banned from conversation, lest the memory
of his disgrace becloud the merriment of the season. And yet there was one
home, at least, in which two loyal hearts still held the warmth of Christian
charity.
Rat: Bless this good food we are about
to enjoy. Bless us, every one. And, uh, bless poor Toad.
Mole: And may he get time off for good
behavior. Why, it's a poor (1)old lady. Let's take her over by the fire.
Rat: Ow!
Rat and Mole: Toad!
Rat: What are you doing here?
Toad: Well, I-I-I was just,uh sort of
Mole: Well, this is a merry Christmas!
But-but aren't you afraid of the police?
Toad: Afraid of the police? I, Toad,
afraid of the (2)police?
Voice behind the door: Open up! Open up,
I say!
Toad: The police! Hide me! Hide me,
Ratty!
Ratty: Sorry Toad, but you owe a debt to
society. And you've got to pay. Mole let them in.
Mole: But, Ratty, don't you think,
maybe—.
Rat: Open the (3)door!
Mole and Rat: MacBadger!
MacBadger: Hi, lads! I've just made a
very important discovery. Toad Hall is ablaze with lights and in possession of
a pack of weasels. And the leader of the gang is none other than Mister…
Weasels: Winky! Hip, hip Hooray!
MacBadger: And so, you see, he did trade
Toad Hall for the motorcar!
Rat: Then, Toad was innocent all the
time.
MacBadger: Aye, lads. And if he were
only here right now—. Toad!
Toad: Angus!
Rat: Sorry, Toad, I misjudged you.
Mole: I hope, someday, you'll find it in
your heart—.
Toad: Tut, tut. Not another word. To err
is human, to forgive—.
MacBadger: Thaddeus, not so fast! You're
still guilty in the eyes of the law. To prove your innocence, we've got to get
that paper away from Winky! Now, I have a plan. We'll sneak in through the
secret tunnel.
Narrator: It was an expert plan,
cunningly contrived but extremely dangerous. It would work only if each did his
part. There was no margin for error. The odds against them were tremendous, but
the stakes were high. But now, steady's the word. One false move and four lives
hang in the balance.
MacBadger: Careful, lads. There’s a
guard.
Toad: I'll pop him off!
Mole, Rat, MacBadger: Stop! Toad! Don't
shoot!
Weasel Guard: Who goes there?
Narrator: Whew! That was a close one.
Trust Toad to start things off on the wrong foot. Well, no turning back now.
Nothing for it but to push on. What new and greater perils lay ahead, no one
could say. But with Toad already getting out of hand, anything could happen.
Mole: Oh Look. They're all asleep.
MacBadger: Nay lads, they're drunk.
They've been hitting the bottle.
Toad: There he is!
MacBadger: Shh! He's got the paper on
him! We'll have to climb up on the (4)balcony.
Mister Winky: The (5)paper! It's
gone! Hey! Get him, you blokes! Get him!
Match the words to the sentences:
deed, friends, motorcars, toast, Year
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Mole: Oh
Look. They're all asleep.
MacBadger:
Nay lads, they're drunk. They've been hitting the bottle.
Rat: But
where is Winky?
Toad:
There he is!
MacBadger:
Shh! He's got the paper on him! We'll have to climb up on the balcony.
Mister Winky: The paper! It's gone! Hey! Get him, you blokes! Get him!
Rat: I
beg your pardon!
Toad:
Moley! Moley! Moley, over here! Egad!
Weasel:
Get him!
MacBadger:
After it!
Toad:
Ohahaha. Just one more!
Mr. Winky:
There he is! Get him!
Rat:
Where's Moley?
MacBadger:
Well, laddies, we saved our skins, but we didn't get the (1)___________.
Toad:
Ahem.
Rat: Well
done, Thaddeus!
Rat, Mole, MacBadger: Hip, hip, hooray!
Song:
Should old acquiantance be forgot…
Narrator:
And so it was a happy ending, after all. Of course Toad's (2)___________ were
dreadfully proud of him. And why not? He was a new Toad now, completely
reformed, through with gypsy carts and (3)___________ for ever. And so, on this
happiest of New Years, a (4)___________ was in order.
MacBadger:
To the New (5)___________ and
Macbadger, Rat, Mole: to the new Toad!
Toad: Hello,
you fellows! Come! I'll show you the world. Travel, change, excitement! Ahaha.
Narrator:
And that was the fabulous Thaddeus Toad. But let's weigh our judgment
carefully, we Moles and Rats and Badgers. Really now, don't we envy him a bit? Aha,
I know I do. And so when we speak of fabulous characters, the most fabulous of
all will always be, to me at least, the master of Toad Hall.
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Mole: Oh
Look. They're all asleep.
MacBadger:
Nay lads, they're drunk. They've been hitting the bottle.
Rat: But
where is Winky?
Toad:
There he is!
MacBadger:
Shh! He's got the paper on him! We'll have to climb up on the balcony.
Mister Winky: The paper! It's gone! Hey! Get him, you blokes! Get him!
Rat: I
beg your pardon!
Toad:
Moley! Moley! Moley, over here! Egad!
Weasel:
Get him!
MacBadger:
After it!
Toad:
Ohahaha. Just one more!
Mr. Winky:
There he is! Get him!
Rat:
Where's Moley?
MacBadger:
Well, laddies, we saved our skins, but we didn't get the (1)deed.
Toad:
Ahem.
Rat: Well
done, Thaddeus!
Rat, Mole, MacBadger: Hip, hip, hooray!
Song:
Should old acquiantance be forgot…
Narrator:
And so it was a happy ending, after all. Of course Toad's (2)friends
were dreadfully proud of him. And why not? He was a new Toad now, completely
reformed, through with gypsy carts and (3)motorcars for ever. And so, on
this happiest of New Years, a (4)toast was in order.
MacBadger:
To the New (5)Year and
Macbadger, Rat, Mole: to the new Toad!
Toad: Hello,
you fellows! Come! I'll show you the world. Travel, change, excitement! Ahaha.
Narrator:
And that was the fabulous Thaddeus Toad. But let's weigh our judgment
carefully, we Moles and Rats and Badgers. Really now, don't we envy him a bit? Aha,
I know I do. And so when we speak of fabulous characters, the most fabulous of
all will always be, to me at least, the master of Toad Hall.
Match the words to the sentences:
feet, name, nose, schoolmaster, village
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Toad: Hello,
you fellows! Come! I'll show you the world. Travel! Change! excitement! Ahaha.
English Narrator: And that was the fabulous Thaddeus Toad. But let's weigh our judgment
carefully, we Moles and Rats and Badgers. Really now, don't we envy him a bit? Aha,
I know I do. And so when we speak of fabulous characters, the most fabulous of
all will always be, to me at least, the master of Toad Hall.
American Narrator: Ohohoho, yes, yeah, J. Thad was quite a lad. Speaking of fabuluous characters, England has
produced a bumper crop of them. But
don’t forget over here in the colonies we’ve managed to come up with a few of
our own. How about Paul Bunyan, Pecos
Bill, and Johnny Appleseed, Black Bart, Davy Crockett, Daniel Boone? And of
course, the one and only Ichabod Crane.
Old Ichy, if you recall, was the country schoolmaster dreamed up by
Washington Irving. Ah, he had a way with the yarn, did Mister Irving. If we could but journey back to that remote
period in American history when the city of Manhattan was but a market town, we
would discover, in the busom one of those spacious coves which indent the
shores of the Hudson, the little (1)___________ of Tarry Town. And just beyond,
nestled deep in the low rolling hills, a sequestered glen. It's a quiet,
peaceful place, and yet, somehow foreboding. For it abounds in haunted spots,
twilight tales and local superstitions. The best-known story, however, concerns
a certain itinerant schoolmaster who once frequented these parts. Indeed some say his melancholy spirit still
haunts the vicinity. The worthy pedagogue was described as a most unusual man.
To see him striding along, one might well mistake him for a scarecrow eloped
from a cornfield. He was tall, but exceedingly lank. His head was small and
flat on top, with a long, snipe (2)___________, so that it looked like a
weathercock perched upon his spindle neck. Altogether, he was an apparition as
is seldom to be seen in broad daylight. It was late one drowsy autumn afternoon
when this strange figure first approached the tranquil little village of Sleepy
Hollow. As usual, there had forgathered at Ye Old Schnooker and Schnapps Shoppe,
a group of rustic lads known as the Sleepy Hollow boys.
Brom Bones:
YAHOO!
Narrator:
Their self-appointed leader, one Brom Bones, was a burly, roistering blade,
always ready for a fight or a frolic.
Surprised man: Ooohoo!
Narrator:
And though Brom was much given to madcap pranks and practical jokes, well, there
was no malice in his mischief. Indeed with his waggish humor and prodigious
strength, Brom Bones was quite the hero, all the country round.
Brom Bones:
Odds bodkins! Gadzooks! Look at that old spook of spooks.
Singers: Who's
that coming down the street?
Narrator:
Are they shovels or are they (3)___________?
Singers:
Lean and lanky
Narrator:
Skin and bones with clothes a scarecrow would hate to own yet, he has a certain
air
Singers: Debonair
and devil-may-care it's the new (4)___________ what's his name?
Narrator:
Ichabod. Ichabod Crane.
Singers: Ichabod! What a (5)___________!
Narrator:
Kind of odd
Singers: But
nice just the same. Funny pan, funny frame, Ichabod, Ichabod Crane.
Narrator:
Ichabod may be quaint, May be odd, and maybe he ain't. Anyway, there's no
complaint, from Ichabod, Ichabod Crane. And though the arrival of the pedagogue
gave rise to mixed emotions, the townspeople all agreed they'd never seen anyone
like Ichabod, Ichabod Crane. The schoolroom became Ichabod's empire, over
which, with lordly dignity, he held absolute sway. Truth to say, Ichabod was a
conscientious man, and ever bore in mind the golden maxim spare the rod and
spoil the child. Still, he was careful to administer justice with
discrimination. For it behooved him to keep on good terms with his pupils.
Especially if their mothers happened to be good cooks. Who's the town's ladies'
man?
Singers:
Gets around like nobody can
Narrator:
Has to be none other than
Singers:
Ichabod, Ichabod Crane
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Toad: Hello,
you fellows! Come! I'll show you the world. Travel! Change! excitement! Ahaha.
English Narrator: And that was the fabulous Thaddeus Toad. But let's weigh our judgment
carefully, we Moles and Rats and Badgers. Really now, don't we envy him a bit? Aha,
I know I do. And so when we speak of fabulous characters, the most fabulous of
all will always be, to me at least, the master of Toad Hall.
American Narrator: Ohohoho, yes, yeah, J. Thad was quite a lad. Speaking of fabuluous characters, England has
produced a bumper crop of them. But
don’t forget over here in the colonies we’ve managed to come up with a few of
our own. How about Paul Bunyan, Pecos
Bill, and Johnny Appleseed, Black Bart, Davy Crockett, Daniel Boone? And of
course, the one and only Ichabod Crane.
Old Ichy, if you recall, was the country schoolmaster dreamed up by
Washington Irving. Ah, he had a way with the yarn, did Mister Irving. If we could but journey back to that remote
period in American history when the city of Manhattan was but a market town, we
would discover, in the busom one of those spacious coves which indent the
shores of the Hudson, the little (1)village of Tarry Town. And just
beyond, nestled deep in the low rolling hills, a sequestered glen. It's a
quiet, peaceful place, and yet, somehow foreboding. For it abounds in haunted
spots, twilight tales and local superstitions. The best-known story, however,
concerns a certain itinerant schoolmaster who once frequented these parts. Indeed some say his melancholy spirit still
haunts the vicinity. The worthy pedagogue was described as a most unusual man.
To see him striding along, one might well mistake him for a scarecrow eloped
from a cornfield. He was tall, but exceedingly lank. His head was small and
flat on top, with a long, snipe (2)nose, so that it looked like a weathercock
perched upon his spindle neck. Altogether, he was an apparition as is seldom to
be seen in broad daylight. It was late one drowsy autumn afternoon when this
strange figure first approached the tranquil little village of Sleepy Hollow.
As usual, there had forgathered at Ye Old Schnooker and Schnapps Shoppe, a
group of rustic lads known as the Sleepy Hollow boys.
Brom Bones:
YAHOO!
Narrator:
Their self-appointed leader, one Brom Bones, was a burly, roistering blade,
always ready for a fight or a frolic.
Surprised man: Ooohoo!
Narrator:
And though Brom was much given to madcap pranks and practical jokes, well, there
was no malice in his mischief. Indeed with his waggish humor and prodigious
strength, Brom Bones was quite the hero, all the country round.
Brom Bones:
Odds bodkins! Gadzooks! Look at that old spook of spooks.
Singers: Who's
that coming down the street?
Narrator:
Are they shovels or are they (3)feet?
Singers:
Lean and lanky
Narrator:
Skin and bones with clothes a scarecrow would hate to own yet, he has a certain
air
Singers: Debonair
and devil-may-care it's the new (4)schoolmaster what's his name?
Narrator:
Ichabod. Ichabod Crane.
Singers: Ichabod! What a (5)name!
Narrator:
Kind of odd
Singers: But
nice just the same. Funny pan, funny frame, Ichabod, Ichabod Crane.
Narrator:
Ichabod may be quaint, May be odd, and maybe he ain't. Anyway, there's no
complaint, from Ichabod, Ichabod Crane. And though the arrival of the pedagogue
gave rise to mixed emotions, the townspeople all agreed they'd never seen anyone
like Ichabod, Ichabod Crane. The schoolroom became Ichabod's empire, over
which, with lordly dignity, he held absolute sway. Truth to say, Ichabod was a
conscientious man, and ever bore in mind the golden maxim spare the rod and
spoil the child. Still, he was careful to administer justice with
discrimination. For it behooved him to keep on good terms with his pupils.
Especially if their mothers happened to be good cooks. Who's the town's ladies'
man?
Singers:
Gets around like nobody can
Narrator:
Has to be none other than
Singers:
Ichabod, Ichabod Crane
Match the words to the sentences:
farm, heart, rich, schoolmaster, village
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Narrator:
Who's the town's ladies' man?
Singers:
Gets around like nobody can
Narrator:
Has to be none other than
Singers:
Ichabod, Ichabod Crane!
Narrator:
Thus, as time went by, it may be seen that the pedagogue got on tolerably
enough. Moreover, Ichabod found diverse ways to increase his slender income
and, at the same time, awaken the cultural interests of the sleepy little (1)_______________.
Singing Interlude
Narrator:
It was inevitable that such a man as Ichabod would become an object of ridicule
to Brom Bones and his gang. And yet to Ichabod these were small matters. Indeed
the schoolmaster possessed a remarkable equanimity which remained quite
undisturbed until that fateful day, when his path was crossed by a woman. A
certain woman. Katrina Van Tassel, daughter and only child of old Baltus Van
Tassel, the richest farmer in the county. She was a blooming lass, plump as a
partridge. Ripe, melting and rosy-cheeked. Once you have met that little
coquette Katrina, You won't forget Katrina, But nobody yet has ever upset
Katrina, That cute coquette Katrina, You can do more with Margaret or Helena or
Anne or Angelina. But Katrina will kiss and run, To her, a romance is fun, With
always another one to start. And yet when you've met that little coquette
Katrina, you've lost your heart. Now there was no doubt, the fair Katrina was
the richest prize in the countryside. And the schoolmaster, being an ambitious
man, at once began to fill his mind with many sugared thoughts and hopeful
suppositions. Ah, Katrina, my love. Who can resist your grace? Your charm? And
who can resist your father's (2)_______________? Boy, what a set-up! There's
gold in them acres, and that ain’t hay. Not to mention that lovely green stuff.
Ah, Katrina, my sweet. My treasure. Treasure, hahaha, that barn's a gold mine.
How I'd love to hit the jackpot. Dear Katrina. Papa's only child. Papa! Well, the
old goat can't take it with him, and when he cuts out, that's where I cut in.
Sweet Katrina, poor little (3)_______________ girl. But don't worry, Katie,
Ichabod will protect you. Ah, yes, Katrina, you've won me. I surrender.
Song: And
yet when you've met that little coquette Katrina, you've lost your (4)_______________.
Narrator:
Truth to say, every portal to Katrina's heart was jealously guarded by a host
of rustic admirers. Ha, but Ichabod was confident he'd soon ride roughshod over
these simple country bumpkins. The most formidable obstacle of all, however,
the schoolmaster had failed to reckon with. That was the redoubtable Brom Bones
himself. Now the ease with which Brom cleared the field of rivals both piqued
and provoked the fair Katrina. And she often wished that some champion would
appear and for once take the field openly against the boisterous Brom. Though a
wiser man would have shrunk from the competition, love, they say, is blind.
Ichabod was aware only that Dame Fortune was at last thundering at his door.
It's true that Brom liked a joke as well as the next, but enough was too much.
It was time to carry the issue to open warfare. Why, he'd double that
schoolmaster up and lay him on a shelf in his own schoolhouse! Haha, but this,
it seemed, was easier said than done. No doubt of it, this was Ichabod's lucky
day. Now it was evident the (5)_______________ was indeed a man of hidden
talents, a rival to be reckoned with. Still, wars are neither won nor lost at
the first encounter. The high-flying pedagogue might yet be brought to earth.
For Brom Bones was never a man to cry quits. It was upon the occasion of her father's
annual Halloween frolic that Katrina again chose to stir the embers of the smoldering
rivalry. Thus one invitation in particular carried a most personal and provocative
summons.
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Narrator:
Who's the town's ladies' man?
Singers:
Gets around like nobody can
Narrator:
Has to be none other than
Singers:
Ichabod, Ichabod Crane!
Narrator:
Thus, as time went by, it may be seen that the pedagogue got on tolerably
enough. Moreover, Ichabod found diverse ways to increase his slender income
and, at the same time, awaken the cultural interests of the sleepy little (1)village.
Singing Interlude
Narrator:
It was inevitable that such a man as Ichabod would become an object of ridicule
to Brom Bones and his gang. And yet to Ichabod these were small matters. Indeed
the schoolmaster possessed a remarkable equanimity which remained quite
undisturbed until that fateful day, when his path was crossed by a woman. A
certain woman. Katrina Van Tassel, daughter and only child of old Baltus Van
Tassel, the richest farmer in the county. She was a blooming lass, plump as a
partridge. Ripe, melting and rosy-cheeked. Once you have met that little
coquette Katrina, You won't forget Katrina, But nobody yet has ever upset
Katrina, That cute coquette Katrina, You can do more with Margaret or Helena or
Anne or Angelina. But Katrina will kiss and run, To her, a romance is fun, With
always another one to start. And yet when you've met that little coquette
Katrina, you've lost your heart. Now there was no doubt, the fair Katrina was
the richest prize in the countryside. And the schoolmaster, being an ambitious
man, at once began to fill his mind with many sugared thoughts and hopeful
suppositions. Ah, Katrina, my love. Who can resist your grace? Your charm? And
who can resist your father's (2)farm? Boy, what a set-up! There's gold
in them acres, and that ain’t hay. Not to mention that lovely green stuff. Ah, Katrina,
my sweet. My treasure. Treasure, hahaha, that barn's a gold mine. How I'd love
to hit the jackpot. Dear Katrina. Papa's only child. Papa! Well, the old goat
can't take it with him, and when he cuts out, that's where I cut in. Sweet
Katrina, poor little (3)rich girl. But don't worry, Katie, Ichabod will
protect you. Ah, yes, Katrina, you've won me. I surrender.
Song: And
yet when you've met that little coquette Katrina, you've lost your (4)heart.
Narrator:
Truth to say, every portal to Katrina's heart was jealously guarded by a host
of rustic admirers. Ha, but Ichabod was confident he'd soon ride roughshod over
these simple country bumpkins. The most formidable obstacle of all, however,
the schoolmaster had failed to reckon with. That was the redoubtable Brom Bones
himself. Now the ease with which Brom cleared the field of rivals both piqued
and provoked the fair Katrina. And she often wished that some champion would
appear and for once take the field openly against the boisterous Brom. Though a
wiser man would have shrunk from the competition, love, they say, is blind. Ichabod
was aware only that Dame Fortune was at last thundering at his door. It's true
that Brom liked a joke as well as the next, but enough was too much. It was
time to carry the issue to open warfare. Why, he'd double that schoolmaster up
and lay him on a shelf in his own schoolhouse! Haha, but this, it seemed, was
easier said than done. No doubt of it, this was Ichabod's lucky day. Now it was
evident the (5)schoolmaster was indeed a man of hidden talents, a rival
to be reckoned with. Still, wars are neither won nor lost at the first
encounter. The high-flying pedagogue might yet be brought to earth. For Brom
Bones was never a man to cry quits. It was upon the occasion of her father's
annual Halloween frolic that Katrina again chose to stir the embers of the
smoldering rivalry. Thus one invitation in particular carried a most personal and
provacative summons.
Match the words to the sentences:
dancing, head, headless, horns, thin
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Narrator: It was upon the occasion of
her father's annual Halloween frolic that Katrina again chose to stir the
embers of the smoldering rivalry. Thus one invitation in particular carried a
most personal and provocative summons. The worthy schoolmaster was in a transport
of joy. To him, this could mean but one thing. Haha, Ichy, you sly old dog,
you! What is this strange power you have over women? Well, tonight's the night,
boy! Just turn on the old charm. The fair Katrina is yours for the asking. So
gaily bedecked and nobly mounted on a horse he had borrowed for the occasion,
Ichabod issued forth like a knight errant of old to keep a tryst with his lady
fair. In all the countryside, there was nothing to equal the merrymaking at
Mynheer Van Tassel's farm. To Ichabod, here was a perfect field for his
endeavors. Now indeed would he put his best foot forward! For beyond all his
other talents, the schoolmaster prided himself upon his (1)______________. The
unhappy Brom, already bested at every turn, saw himself once more outmatched.
For as he watched the posturing pedagogue, he was forced to admit that
here—here was a flawless picture of ease and grace.
Dancing Interlude
Narrator: There was no doubt that
Ichabod was the man of the hour. Brom knew that he must concede his rival still
another victory. And yet, there was still a chance his time would come. For
when the hour grew late, Van Tassel always called upon his guests to tell him
ghostly tales of Halloween. And Brom knew there was no more firm, potent
believer in spooks and goblins than Ichabod Crane.
Brom Bones: Just gather round and I'll
elucidate on what goes on outside when it gets late. Around about midnight, the
ghosts and banshees, they get together for their nightly jamboree. There’s
things with (2)______________ and saucer eyes, and some with fangs about this
size!
Singers: Some are fat. And some are
(3)______________! And some don't even wear their skin!
Brom Bones: Ohaha, I'm telling you,
brother, it's a frightful sight, to see what goes on, on Halloween night. When
spooks have a midnight jamboree. They break it up with fiendish glee. Ghosts
are bad, but the one that's cursed is the Headless Horseman, he's the worst.
Singers: That's right, he's a fright on
Halloween night.
Brom Bones: For when he goes a-jogging
across the land holding his noggin in his hand, demons take one look and groan.
And they hit the road for parts unknown.
Singers: Beware, take care, he rides
alone
Brom Bones: And there's no spook like a
spook who's spurned.
Singers: They don't like him and he's
really burned.
Brom Bones: He swears to the longest
day, he’s dead.
Singers and Brom Bones: He'll show them
that he can get a head
Brom Bones: They say he's tired of his
flaming top He's got a yen to make a swap. So he rides one night each year to
find a head in the hollow here.
Singers: Now, he likes them little, he
likes them big, part in the middle, or a wig, black or white, or even red
Brom Bones: the Headless Horseman needs
a (4)______________
Brom Bones and Singers: With a hip-hip
and a clippity-clop He's out looking for a top to chop
Brom Bones: So don't stop to figure out
a plan, You can't reason with a
Brom Bones and Singers: headless man.
Brom Bones: Now, if you doubt this tale
is so, I met that spook just a year ago. Now, I didn't stop for a second look,
but made for the bridge that spans the brook. For once you cross that bridge my
friends,
Singers: the ghost is through, his power
ends
Brom Bones: So, when you're riding home
tonight, Make for the bridge with all your might, He'll be down in the hollow
there, He needs your head—look out! Beware!
Singers: With a hip-hip and a
clippity-clop
Brom Bones and Singers: He's out looking
for a head to swap, So don't try to figure out a plan, You can't reason with a
(5)______________ man.
Narrator: It was the very witching hour
of night as Ichabod pursued his travel home. The sky grew darker and darker as
one by one the stars winked out their lights. Driving clouds obscured the moon
from sight. Never had the schoolmaster felt so melancholy, so utterly alone.
And the nearer he approached the hollow, the more dismal he became. Once inside
the murky glen, Ichabod's anxiety increased one-hundredfold. For now the forest
seemed to close in behind him. Every small detail of Brom's awful story
returned to haunt his recollection.
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Narrator: It was upon the occasion of
her father's annual Halloween frolic that Katrina again chose to stir the
embers of the smoldering rivalry. Thus one invitation in particular carried a
most personal and provocative summons. The worthy schoolmaster was in a
transport of joy. To him, this could mean but one thing. Haha, Ichy, you sly
old dog, you! What is this strange power you have over women? Well, tonight's
the night, boy! Just turn on the old charm. The fair Katrina is yours for the
asking. So gaily bedecked and nobly mounted on a horse he had borrowed for the
occasion, Ichabod issued forth like a knight errant of old to keep a tryst with
his lady fair. In all the countryside, there was nothing to equal the
merrymaking at Mynheer Van Tassel's farm. To Ichabod, here was a perfect field
for his endeavors. Now indeed would he put his best foot forward! For beyond
all his other talents, the schoolmaster prided himself upon his (1)dancing.
The unhappy Brom, already bested at every turn, saw himself once more
outmatched. For as he watched the posturing pedagogue, he was forced to admit
that here—here was a flawless picture of ease and grace.
Dancing Interlude
Narrator: There was no doubt that Ichabod
was the man of the hour. Brom knew that he must concede his rival still another
victory. And yet, there was still a chance his time would come. For when the
hour grew late, Van Tassel always called upon his guests to tell him ghostly
tales of Halloween. And Brom knew there was no more firm, potent believer in
spooks and goblins than Ichabod Crane.
Brom Bones: Just gather round and I'll
elucidate on what goes on outside when it gets late. Around about midnight, the
ghosts and banshees, they get together for their nightly jamboree. There’s
things with (2)horns and saucer eyes, and some with fangs about this
size!
Singers: Some are fat. And some are (3)thin!
And some don't even wear their skin!
Brom Bones: Ohaha, I'm telling you,
brother, it's a frightful sight, to see what goes on, on Halloween night. When
spooks have a midnight jamboree. They break it up with fiendish glee. Ghosts
are bad, but the one that's cursed is the Headless Horseman, he's the worst.
Singers: That's right, he's a fright on
Halloween night.
Brom Bones: For when he goes a-jogging
across the land holding his noggin in his hand, demons take one look and groan.
And they hit the road for parts unknown.
Singers: Beware, take care, he rides
alone
Brom Bones: And there's no spook like a
spook who's spurned.
Singers: They don't like him and he's
really burned.
Brom Bones: He swears to the longest
day, he’s dead.
Singers and Brom Bones: He'll show them
that he can get a head
Brom Bones: They say he's tired of his
flaming top He's got a yen to make a swap. So he rides one night each year to
find a head in the hollow here.
Singers: Now, he likes them little, he
likes them big, part in the middle, or a wig, black or white, or even red
Brom Bones: the Headless Horseman needs
a (4)head
Brom Bones and Singers: With a hip-hip
and a clippity-clop He's out looking for a top to chop
Brom Bones: So don't stop to figure out
a plan, You can't reason with a
Brom Bones and Singers: headless man.
Brom Bones: Now, if you doubt this tale
is so, I met that spook just a year ago. Now, I didn't stop for a second look,
but made for the bridge that spans the brook. For once you cross that bridge my
friends,
Singers: the ghost is through, his power
ends
Brom Bones: So, when you're riding home
tonight, Make for the bridge with all your might, He'll be down in the hollow
there, He needs your head—look out! Beware!
Singers: With a hip-hip and a
clippity-clop
Brom Bones and Singers: He's out looking
for a head to swap, So don't try to figure out a plan, You can't reason with a
(5)headless man.
Narrator: It was the very witching hour
of night as Ichabod pursued his travel home. The sky grew darker and darker as
one by one the stars winked out their lights. Driving clouds obscured the moon
from sight. Never had the schoolmaster felt so melancholy, so utterly alone.
And the nearer he approached the hollow, the more dismal he became. Once inside
the murky glen, Ichabod's anxiety increased one-hundredfold. For now the forest
seemed to close in behind him. Every small detail of Brom's awful story
returned to haunt his recollection.
Match the words to the sentences:
hat, headless, married, pumpkin, schoolmaster
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Brom Bones: The Headless Horseman needs a head.
Brom Bones and Singers: With a hip-hip and a clippity-clop He's out looking
for a top to chop
Brom Bones:
So don't stop to figure out a plan, You can't reason with a
Brom Bones and Singers: headless man.
Brom Bones:
Now, if you doubt this tale is so, I met that spook just a year ago. Now, I
didn't stop for a second look, but made for the bridge that spans the brook.
For once you cross that bridge my friends,
Singers: the
ghost is through, his power ends
Brom Bones:
So, when you're riding home tonight, Make for the bridge with all your might,
He'll be down in the hollow there, He needs your head—look out! Beware!
Singers: With
a hip-hip and a clippity-clop
Brom Bones and Singers: He's out looking for a head to swap, So don't try to
figure out a plan, You can't reason with a headless man.
Narrator:
It was the very witching hour of night as Ichabod pursued his travel home. The
sky grew darker and darker as one by one the stars winked out their lights.
Driving
clouds obscured the moon from sight. Never had the schoolmaster felt so
melancholy, so utterly alone. And the nearer he approached the hollow, the more
dismal he became. Once inside the murky glen, Ichabod's anxiety increased
one-hundredfold. For now the forest seemed to close in behind him. Every small
detail of Brom's awful story returned to haunt his recollection.
Various strange forest noises
Remembered Voice: Once you cross that
bridge, my friends, the ghost is through, his power ends.
Narrator: Next morning, Ichabod's (1)________________
was found. And close beside it, a shattered (2)________________. But there was
no trace of the schoolmaster. It was shortly thereafter that Brom Bones led the
fair Katrina to the altar. Now rumors persisted that Ichabod was still alive
and (3)________________ to a wealthy widow in a distant county. But of course the
good Dutch settlers refused to believe such nonsense. For they knew the (4)
________________ had been spirited away by the Headless Horseman.
Song: With a hip-hip and a clippity-clop
He's out looking for a head to swap. So
don’t try to figure out a plan, you can’t reason with a (5)________________
man.
Narrator: Man, I’m getting out of here.
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Brom Bones: The Headless Horseman needs a head.
Brom Bones and Singers: With a hip-hip and a clippity-clop He's out looking
for a top to chop
Brom Bones:
So don't stop to figure out a plan, You can't reason with a
Brom Bones and Singers: headless man.
Brom Bones:
Now, if you doubt this tale is so, I met that spook just a year ago. Now, I
didn't stop for a second look, but made for the bridge that spans the brook.
For once you cross that bridge my friends,
Singers: the
ghost is through, his power ends
Brom Bones:
So, when you're riding home tonight, Make for the bridge with all your might,
He'll be down in the hollow there, He needs your head—look out! Beware!
Singers: With
a hip-hip and a clippity-clop
Brom Bones and Singers: He's out looking for a head to swap, So don't try to
figure out a plan, You can't reason with a headless man.
Narrator:
It was the very witching hour of night as Ichabod pursued his travel home. The
sky grew darker and darker as one by one the stars winked out their lights.
Driving
clouds obscured the moon from sight. Never had the schoolmaster felt so
melancholy, so utterly alone. And the nearer he approached the hollow, the more
dismal he became. Once inside the murky glen, Ichabod's anxiety increased
one-hundredfold. For now the forest seemed to close in behind him. Every small
detail of Brom's awful story returned to haunt his recollection.
Various strange forest noises
Remembered Voice: Once you cross that
bridge, my friends, the ghost is through, his power ends.
Narrator: Next morning, Ichabod's (1)hat
was found. And close beside it, a shattered (2)pumpkin. But there was no
trace of the schoolmaster. It was shortly thereafter that Brom Bones led the
fair Katrina to the altar. Now rumors persisted that Ichabod was still alive
and (3)married to a wealthy widow in a distant county. But of course the
good Dutch settlers refused to believe such nonsense. For they knew the (4)schoolmaster
had been spirited away by the Headless Horseman.
Song: With a hip-hip and a clippity-clop
He's out looking for a head to swap. So
don’t try to figure out a plan, you can’t reason with a (5)headless man.
Narrator: Man, I’m getting out of here.
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For a version of these worksheets adjusted for higher level students, see here:
http://joelswagman.blogspot.com/2016/05/the-adventures-of-ichabod-and-mr-toad_7.html
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