Title- Number The Stars By Lois
Lowry
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Plot  The Nazi soldiers come to Uncle Henriks house and cause
havoc.
Setting  Gilleleje, Uncle Henriks living room, wartime Denmark,
during WW II under the Nazi occupation.
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Narrator: This is a scene from the book Number The Stars by Lois
Lowry set around WW II 1943, the time of the holocaust.
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Characters
AnnemarieKirstiEllenMrs. JohansenMr. JohansenMrs. RosenMr. RosenUncle HenrikPeterOld man/ ladyLady with babyHusband of lady with the babyRest of the Jews~
DialoguesUncle Henrik: You are all here now.
{Looks around the living room}
Uncle Henrik: I must go.
{Gets up to leave}
Old man/woman: God keep you safe.
{Looks up at Henrik as Henrik leaves}
Mama: Annemarie, you may go to bed if you want to. It is very late.
{Mama serves tea as she whispers to Annemarie}
Nazi 1: We have observed, that an unusual amount of people have
gathered at this house. What is your excuse?
{Speaks with a proud air in his voice}
Mama: There has been a death. It is always our custom to gather
and pay respects when a family member dies.
{Nervous and tensed but trying not to show it}
Nazi 2: Who died?
{Speaks very harshly and angrily}
{Everyone looks at Annemarie and she realizes that they want her
to speak}
Annemarie: My Great- Aunt -Birte.
{Scared but yet firm}
Nazi 1: Poor Great -Aunt Birte.
{In a condescending voice  means to act as if something is below
your decency or dignity }
Nazi 2- I do know your customs. And I know that it is the custom to
pay ones respect by looking you loved one in the face. It seems odd
to me that this coffin is so tightly shut. Why is it not open? Let us
open it and take one last look at Great-Aunt-Birte.
{Rubs fist against the coffin}
{Kirsti tumbles down the stairs and knocks down the Nazis. She is
about to give away the secret.}
Nazi 1: Whoa!
Kirsti: You know what . . .
{Ellen gets the presence of mind and dresses up as Great-Aunt-Birte
and comes to haunt the Nazis}
{Nazis run away}
{Peter gets up and opens the Bible.}
Peter: I will read a psalm
O praise the Lord.
How good it is to sing psalms to our God!
How pleasant to praise him!
The Lord is rebuilding Jerusalem;
he gathers in the scattered sons of Israel.
It is he who heals the broken in spirit
and binds up their wounds,
he who numbers the stars one by one. . .
{Old man\woman chants silently. Peter reads solemnly}
Peter: Now, it is time.
{Very boldly}