Easter Mouse

Easter Mouse

Cast:  1 person—adult or youth—who does not mind scurrying around on the stage.

Equipment:  Wireless microphone.  Costume optional.

Church mouse comes dragging onto stage, rubbing eyes, having been awakened too early.

Man, I don’t know what happened this morning.  Usually, I am something of a nocturnal creature scurrying about while everyone else is gone or sleeping.  But this morning—this morning—everyone was up early and shouting and singing.

I had just nodded off after a fair night’s sniffing around and the next thing I know somebody is singing He arose the victor from the dark domain.  That will shock you worse than mistaking dryer lint for cotton candy.

Who woke up these people and why are they so happy this early in the morning?  And He lives forever with his saints to reign.  That tune is etched in my memory now.

I don’t know who this Christ person is, but he seems to attract a lot of people that I don’t see around here for the rest of the year; well, some of them show up for the Christmas play but mostly just once a year to come and wake me up before the sun rises.

[Yawning and stretching.]

I could sure use a cup of coffee and some chocolate rabbit ears right now.  It is kind of strange that every year when they have this wake me up deal, there are always pieces of chocolate bunnies everywhere.  I guess it’s worth losing a couple of hours of sleep to score a mega sugar rush.

Then there is always the candy that I find in plastic eggs that roll someplace out of sight.  I was told that my great, great, great, great grandfather mouse used to find real eggs died all sorts of colors and he would eat on those for days.  Now, it’s all pretty much a plastic and sugar fest.

I wish that I understood this day a little better.  I have been walking around singing, He arose, He arose, Hallelujah, Christ Arose for about two hours now and I don’t understand it.  It’s a catching tune but can it mean what I think it does?

Are they really talking about somebody coming back to life after they died?

That would be incredible.

That would be impossible.

That would be a reason to get up early in the morning and sing!

But if that really happened and it really meant something to these people, wouldn't they be celebrating this resurrection thing every day?

[Yawning and stretching again.]

This morning they were singing like they would live forever with this Jesus person as if death had no power over them.  If that was what I believed, I would get up early and sing about it every day.  Really, it would be like an all you can eat buffet of life.

But I am a mouse.  What do I know about his day other than chocolate bunnies and eggs?  I think it is kind of sad that some people only know about bunnies and eggs when there is all of this singing they could do instead.

But if this special Sunday is really about having all the life you want because of this person named Jesus, wouldn’t these people have invited all of their friends and neighbors?  Wouldn’t that be some really good news to share with everyone?

I’m glad all of those people were singing and awakened me.  I hope that they do live forever because of Jesus, and I hope I can find an abandoned cup of coffee somewhere.

[Begins to exit rubbing eyes, yawning, and stretching.  Suddenly, mouse sniffs and catches an odor.]

Coffee, please let that be coffee.

[Exits towards aroma.]

The end.