Horton Hatches the Egg1942

Maysie:
My gracious!

Narrator:
Gasped Maysie.

Maysie:
I've seen you before.

Narrator:
Poor Horton looked up with his face white as chalk. He started to speak, but before he could talk, the rang out to noises and the ear splitting squeaks from the egg that he sat on for 51 weeks.

Horton:
My egg!

Narrator:
Horton gasped.

Horton:
My egg, why. It's hatching!

Maysie:
But, it's mine!

Narrator:
Screamed the bird when she hearted the egg crack.

Maysie:
[whispering to the audience] The work is all done now, I want it back! Haha! [to Horton] It's my egg!

Narrator:
She sputtered.

Maysie:
You stole it from me! Get off of my nest, and get out of my tree!