Practice for Monologue

Breakfast in Bed

One cold morning Donald Duck decided to have breakfast in bed. He would have porridge and boiled eggs and toast and lots of cups of tea. But if he wanted breakfast in  bed he would have to get up and cook it.

"Brrr! Bed's the warmest place, Pluto!" he shivered. Pluto looked hopeful. "You want breakfast too, do you?" said Donald. "Right. Yours is in the freezer," He got out a slab of frozen dog meat and dropped it with a clang on Pluto's plate, then started cooking porridge.

Pluto licked at his breakfast. It was so cold that his tongue almost stuck to it. "Yes, bed's the warmest place," chortled Donald happily as he put his eggs in the skillet. "Nothing like  breakfast in bed. Hey! Take your meat out  of the toaster!"

Pluto dropped his meat back on the plate with another clang and explained that he was only trying to thaw it out. But Donald wasn't listening. "Beautiful warm in bed," he prattled, "with lots of tea and the morning paper. Warm as toast!"

Pluto quietly picked up his dog meat and sneaked out. Donald arranged his breakfast very nicely on a tray, with egg-cozies on his eggs and a tea-cozy on his teapot, and carried it into his bedroom.

"This is going to be lovely!" he beamed, getting into bed. Then -- "Ow! Eek! Yowp!! What's this awful cold thing in my bed?"

"It's my breakfast," beamed Pluto, "thawing out. You did say bed's the warmest place!"

(taken from Disney A Story Day- Spring Season, p. 23)