The Forest and the Woodcutter

Narrator

: There once was a mighty woodcutter with a huge axe. He cut down
whole forests from one end of the land to the other.
The trees grew afraid when his footsteps were heard. (stomping)

Tree 1

: Oh no! Hes coming!

Tree 2

: What should we do?

Tree 3

: I dont know. We obviously cannot run.

(all trees make sad faces and are afraid. Woodcutter continues to cut
down trees and go home)

Narrator

: No trunk, no matter how big, could withstand the swing of the

woodcutter. But one day, just as he was about to cut down the Queen
of Trees, the woodcutters axe handle broke.

Woodcutte
r
Narrator

: Oh man! Not now!

Woodcutte
r
Axe-maker

: Hi there. My axes handle broke. Can you fix it for me?

Woodcutte
r
Axe-maker

: Are you sure theres nothing you can do?

Narrator

: So the woodcutter walked home hopelessly knowing that his axes

handle cant be fixed.
Meanwhile in the forest, the trees were happy because they had found
that the woodcutter couldnt chop any trees. They grew taller and
unafraid..

Tree 4

: Yeayy! The woodcutter is finally gone!

Tree 5

: Its a happy day for all of us. Yahooo!

Narrator

: while the woodcutter grew poorer and poorer. Unable to make his
living cutting wood.

Woodcutte

: (sigh) I cant live like this. I havent chopped any trees for weeks. I

: He tried to find an axe-maker who would fix it.

: Sure. Let me look at it. (examining the axe). Im sorry, sir. Your axe is
too big. I dont have proper tools to mend such big axe. Im afraid I
cant fix it for you.

: Im afraid not, sir.

must do something.

Narrator

: So one day, the woodcutter went to see the Queen of Trees.

Woodcutte
r

: Pardon me, Queen of Trees. I broke my axes handle when I tried

cutting you down. A lot of people tried to mend it but no one
succeeded because my axe is too big.

Queen of
Trees

: So what can I do for you, young man?

Woodcutte
r

: I was thinking maybe you could help me with your branch. I can use it
to fix the axes handle. If you can give me your branch, I promise I
wont cut down any trees in this forest ever again. Please, I beg of you.

Queen of
Trees

: Can you keep your promise?

Wood
cutter

: Yes. I swear I will keep my promise. I swear on my axes head and on

my life.

Narrator

: The woodcutter continues to beg the Queen of Trees until she finally
agrees with it. So the Queen of Trees gave one of her own branches to
the woodcutter and he used it to make a handle for his axe.

Woodcutte
r
Narrator

: Finally! I fixed my axe. Its time to cut down some trees!

Queen of
Trees

: (crying) What are you doing? You promised you would not!

Woodcutte
r
Narrator

: (Laughing) I am a woodcutter and you are a tree.

: When he had mended his axe, he suddenly began to chop down the
Queen of Trees!

: and so he cut down the Queen of Trees and the whole forest.. and no
tree lived happily ever after. The end.