Mother: She’s perfect. Father: Absolutely perfect. Narrator




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Chrysanthemum by Kevin Henkes

Readers Theatre
Shauna Hoisington

Angie Spietz


Narrator: The day she was born was the happiest day in her parents’ lives.
Mother: She’s perfect.
Father: Absolutely perfect.
Narrator: And she was. She was absolutely perfect.
Mother: Her name must be everything she is.
Father: Her name must be absolutely perfect.
Narrator: And it was. Chrysanthemum. Her parents named her Chrysanthemum.
Narrator: Chrysanthemum grew and grew and grew. And when she was old enough to appreciate it, Chrysanthemum loved her. She loved the way it sounded when her mother woke her up. She loved the way it sounded when her father called her for dinner. And she loved the way it sounded when she whispered it to herself in the bathroom mirror. Chrysanthemum, Chrysanthemum, Chrysanthemum. Chrysanthemum loved the way her named looked when it was written with ink on an envelope. She loved the way it looked when it was written with icing on her birthday cake. And she loved the way it looked when she wrote it herself with her fat orange crayon. Chrysanthemum, Chrysanthemum, Chrysanthemum. Chrysanthemum thought her name was absolutely perfect. And then she started school. On the first day Chrysanthemum wore her sunniest dress and her brightest smile. She ran all the way.
Chrysanthemum: Hooray! School!
Narrator: But when Mrs. Chud took roll call, everyone giggled upon hearing Chrysanthemum’s name.
Jo: (giggling) It’s so long.
Rita: (giggling and pointing) It scarcely fits on your name tag.
Victoria: I’m named after my grandmother. You’re named after a flower!
Narrator: Chrysanthemum wilted. She did not think her name was absolutely perfect. She thought it was absolutely dreadful. The rest of the day was not much better. During naptime Victoria raised her hand and informed Mrs. Chud that Chrysanthemum’s name was spelled with thirteen letters.

Victoria: That’s exactly half as many letters as there are in the entire alphabet!
Mrs. Chud: Thank you for sharing that with us, Victoria! Now put your head down.
Narrator: As the students lined up to go home, Victoria said,
Victoria: If I had a name like yours, I’d change it.
Chrysanthemum: I wish I could.
Narrator: Chrysanthemum thought miserably.
Mother: Welcome home!
Father: Welcome home!
Chrysanthemum: School is no place for me. My name is too long. It scarcely fits on my name tag. And I’m named after a flower!
Mother: Oh, pish! Your name is beautiful.
Father: And precious and priceless and fascinating and winsome.
Mother: It’s everything you are.
Father: Absolutely perfect!
Narrator: Chrysanthemum felt much better after her favorite dinner (macaroni and cheese with ketchup) and an evening filled with hugs and kisses and Parcheesi. That night Chrysanthemum dreamed that her named was Jane. It was an extremely pleasant dream. The next morning Chrysanthemum wore her most comfortable jumper. She walked to school as slowly as she could. She dragged her feet in the dirt. Chrysanthemum, Chrysanthemum, Chrysanthemum, she wrote.
Victoria: She even looks like a flower.
Narrator: Victoria said as Chrysanthemum entered the playground.
Rita: (pointing) Let’s pick her.
Jo: Let’s smell her.
Narrator: Chrysanthemum wilted. She did not think her name was absolutely perfect. She thought it was absolutely dreadful. The rest of the day was not much better. During naptime Victoria raised her hand and said.
Victoria: A chrysanthemum is a flower. It lives in a garden with worms and other dirty things.
Mrs. Chud: Thank you for sharing that with us, Victoria. Now put your head down.
Victoria: I just cannot believe your name.
Narrator: Victoria said as the students lined up to go home.
Chrysanthemum: Neither can I.
Narrator: Chrysanthemum thought miserably.
Mother: Welcome home!
Father: Welcome home!
Chrysanthemum: School is no place for me. They said I even look like a flower. They pretended to pick me and smell me.
Mother: Oh pish! They’re just jealous.
Father: And envious and begrudging and discontented and jaundiced.
Mother: Who wouldn’t be jealous of a name like yours?
Father: After all, it’s absolutely perfect.
Narrator: Chrysanthemum felt a trifle better after her favorite dessert (chocolate cake with butter cream frosting) and another evening filled with hugs and kisses and Parcheesi.

That night Chrysanthemum dreamed that she really was a chrysanthemum. She sprouted leaves and petal, Victoria picked her and plucked the leaves and petals one by one until there was nothing left but a scrawny stem. It was the worst nightmare of Chrysanthemum’s life. Chrysanthemum wore her outfit with seven little pockets the next morning. She loaded the pockets with her most prized possessions and her good-luck charms. Chrysanthemum took the longest route possible to school. She stopped and started at each and every flower.


Chrysanthemum: Chrysanthemum, Chrysanthemum, Chrysanthemum.
Narrator: The flowers seemed to say.
Narrator: That morning the students were introduced to Mrs. Twinkle, the music teacher. Her voice was like something out of a dream, as was everything else about her. The students were speechless. They thought Mrs. Twinkle was an indescribable wonder. They went out of their way to make a nice impression. Mrs. Twinkle led the students in scales. Then she assigned roles for the class musicale. Victoria was chosen as the dainty Fairy Queen. Rita was chosen as the spiffy Butterfly Princess. Jo was chosen as the all-important Pixie-messenger. And Chrysanthemum was chosen as a daisy.
Jo, Rita, and Victoria: Chrysanthemum’s a daisy! Chrysanthemum’s a daisy!
Narrator: Jo, Rita, and Victoria chanted, thinking it was widely funny. Chrysanthemum wilted. She did not think her name was absolutely perfect. She thought it was absolutely dreadful.
Mrs. Twinkle: What’s so humorous?
Jo, Rita, Victoria: Chrysanthemum!!!
Jo: Her name is so long.
Rita: (pointing) It scarcely fits on her name tag.
Victoria: I’m named after my grandmother. She’s named after a flower!
Mrs. Twinkle: My name is long.
Jo: It is?
Mrs. Twinkle: My name would scarcely fit on a name tag.
Rita: It would.
Mrs. Twinkle: And (pause) I’m named after a flower, too!
Victoria: You are?
Mrs. Twinkle: Yes, my name is Delphinium. Delphinium Twinkle. And if my baby is a girl, I’m considering Chrysanthemum as a name. I think it’s absolutely perfect!
Narrator: Chrysanthemum could scarcely believe her ears. She blushed. She beamed. She bloomed. Chrysanthemum, Chrysanthemum, Chrysanthemum.

Jo, Rita, and Victoria looked at Chrysanthemum longingly.



Jo: Call me Marigold.
Rita: I’m carination.
Victoria: My name is Lily of the Valley.
Narrator: Chrysanthemum did not think her name was absolutely perfect. She knew it!
Narrator: Epilogue- Overall, the class musicale was a huge success. Chrysanthemum was absolutely perfect as a daisy. Victoria made the only mistake: She completely forgot her lines as the dainty Fairy Queen. Chrysanthemum thought it was widely funny, and she giggled throughout the entire Dance of the Flowers. Eventually, Mrs. Twinkle gave birth to a healthy baby girl. And, of course, she named her Chrysanthemum.


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