The Round Little Bun. 2-3 forms

The theme The Round Little Bun

The aim: to develop pupils' intellect, to practice hearing, speaking, to memorize and retain in memory the language material they have learnt.

Good day dear children, teachers, our guests , ladies and gentlemen.

We, your teachers and I are glad to see you and your parents. Today we are going to talk about flowers. That's good because today's party is devoted to English fairy tales. We' ll talk about them, sing and dance. I hope you will demonstrate today good manners knowledge of spoken etiquette and perfect English.

Now let's begin our party.

Characters :

Narrator - Akzhaina

The Bun - Sayan

The Hare - Alikhan

The Wolf - Asylbek

The Bear - Sadyr

The Fox - Temirlan

Once there lived an old man and old woman.The old man said,
'Old woman, bake me a bun.'
'What can I make it from? I have no flour.' 'Eh, eh, old woman! Scrape the cupboard, sweep the flour bin, and you will find enough flour.'
The old woman picked up a duster, scraped the cupboard, swept the flour bin and gathered about two handfuls of flour.
She mixed the dough with sour cream, fried it in butter, and put the bun on the window sill to cool. The bun lay and lay there. Suddenly it rolled off the window sill to the bench, from the bench to the floor, from the floor to the door. Then it rolled over the threshold to the entrance hall, from the entrance hall to the porch, from the porch to the courtyard, from the courtyard trough the gate and on and on.
The bun rolled along the road and met a hare.
'Little bun, little bun, I shall eat you up!' said the hare. 'Don't eat me, slant-eyed hare! I will sing you a song,' said the bun, and sang:
I was scraped from the cupboard,
Swept from the bin,
Kneaded with sour cream,
Fried in butter,
And cooled on the sill.
I got away from Grandpa,
I got away from Grandma
And I'll get away from you, hare!
And the bun rolled away before the hare even saw it move!
The bun rolled on and met a wolf.
'Little bun, little bun, I shall eat you up,' said the wolf.
'Don't eat me, gray wolf!' said the bun. 'I will sing you a song.' And the bun sang:
I was scraped from the cupboard,
Swept from the bin,
Kneaded with sour cream,
Fried in butter,
And cooled on the sill.
I got away from Grandpa,
I got away from Grandma
I got away from the hare,
And I'll get away from you, gray wolf!
And the bun rolled away before the wolf even saw it move!
The bun rolled on and met a bear.
'Little bun, little bun, I shall eat you up,' the bear said.
'You will not, pigeon toes!'
And the bun sang:
I was scraped from the cupboard,
Swept from the bin,
Kneaded with sour cream,
Fried in butter,
And cooled on the sill.
I got away from Grandpa,
I got away from Grandma
I got away from the hare,
I got away from the wolf,
And I'll get away from you, big bear!
And again the bun rolled away before the bear even saw it move!
The bun rolled and rolled and met a fox.
'Hello, little bun, how nice yor are!' said the fox.
And the bun sang:
I was scraped from the cupboard,
Swept from the bin,
Kneaded with sour cream,
Fried in butter,
And cooled on the sill.
I got away from Grandpa,
I got away from Grandma,
I got away from the hare,
I got away from the wolf,
I got away from bear,
And I'll get away from you, old fox!
'What a wonderful song!' said the fox. 'But little bun, I have became old now and hard of hearing. Come sit on my snout and sing your song again a little louder.'
The bun jumped up on the fox's snout and sang the same song.
'Thank you, little bun, that was a wonderful song. I'd like to hear it again. Come sit on my tongue and sing it for the last time,' said the fox, sticking out her tongue.
The bun foolishly jumped onto her tongue and- snatch!- she ate it.

Well ,dear girls,it'svery good that you know so much about flowers. Well ,I am very glad to see your happy faces. But our party has come to the end. Now we are going to thank your parents made your costumes and prepared for the party. Thank you very much dear parents…

Thanks for attention and for your coming. Good bye!!!

Secondary school Sh.Ualikhanov

The little Bun

Teacher U.B.Adzhieva

Town Zharkent