Chemistry, (Pronounced Like Chocolate)

[a little boy is sitting on the edge of the stage, wrapped in a blanket with



a box of tissues and a mug of tea, (sick).]



boy: "I didn't go to school today,



My mommy made some tea.



I read this book Dan left behind,



a book called, 'CHemistry.'



I opened up the big, thick cover.



I turned to page number three.



and what I found across the page,



were words I can't believe.



See, my teacher whose at school right now,



she taught me how to read.



And my daddy says I'm very smart,



or at least as smart as he.



But this book had words as long as worms!



Which made it hard to read.



So I'll try to explain it the best I can,



but you'll probably agree.



The man who wrote this giant book,



explained the world to me.



'cept he said it was made up of these tiny pebbles,



so small that no one can see.



for solid things, like desks and chairs,



and even the trunk of a tree,



these tiny pebbles, they hug all close,



like when Grammy holds on to me.



But this man, you see,



I think his head is full of beans,



because wouldn't I slip on these tiny pebbles,



that would roll around beneath me?



Like when I was three,



I tried to walk across the pit of balls



on the playground at Chuck E. Cheese.



And you'll never guess what happened next,



I fell and bumped my knee.



So you see, for me,



It's hard to believe,



that this man isn't, well, crazy.



My mommy doesn't like that word,



she says it's awfully mean.



But this man was telling lies and so,



I think it's okay for me.



Because then he told me,



I dare not believe,



that water's made of these pebbles too,



and so now I'm afraid of the sea.



For when I splash out in the waves,



I think they're hitting me.



The man went on to lie some more,



said they also flew like bees.



In the air they jumped around,



from airplanes down to trees.



This is what has scared me most,



what's hardest to believe,



for if the pebbles are in the air,



then I how am I able to breathe?



So now what I thought was a solid floor,



Is wobbling beneath me.



And the tea that I am trying to drink



are little pebbles to choke me.



But what does it matter?



with all the pebbles in the air,



I can hardly breathe.



This man and his big book I read,



will be the death of me.



So I would rather not believe him,



and hopefully you'll agree.



To put a stop to all this madness,



that this book calls 'CHemistry'."