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Forgiveness School Assembly Script
Can you think of a time when you have forgiven someone? Example answer: could be related to mistakes made in a playtime game or to do with making up with a friend.
How did forgiving make you feel? Example answer: Like I could move on, free, relaxed, good, happy.
Greckel made a big mistake, the kind of mistake to top all other mistakes. This is the story of the fateful day of Greckel’s gargantuous mistake. Let’s get this straight Greckel was not a bad creature at all, he had a mischievous side but most of the time, he really had the very best of intentions.
It was a cold winter’s day and Greckel was harvesting nano worms from the shallow ocean reef. He remained calm as he dived down through the freezing water to collect the tiny striped worms that dwelled within the beautiful corals below. The local fisherwomen and fishermen called them nano polyps and they would pay a pretty price for a nano polyp because they were the very best bait for catching fish with. A fisherwoman or man could catch enough fish to feed themselves for an entire week just from using one juicy nano worm as bait. And so you can see that it was worth Greckel’s while diving through the cool clear waters. He had become rather skilled at controlling his breath and even under the coldest of temperatures he could keep calm and reach great depths to collect his quarry. His neoprene collection poach was beginning to bulge as he fastened the carabineer tight to stop the worms from escaping. Swiftly he swam to the surface, he lay on the sand shivering, struggling to get warm. He felt exhausted. Greckel pulled his thermal coat over his shoulders and turned the coat’s heat computer to maximum, the sleeves glowed orange and immediately his skin was filled with a deep warmth which began spread right through to his bones. Greckel relaxed, he snuggled into his glowing coat and fell into a peaceful sleep.
He awoke with the sea lapping at his toes. Immediately he remembered the nano worms, he had fallen asleep and left them in the collection poach. Greckel scrambled to undo the carabineer but it was too late. Nano worms need a fresh supply of water and they like cool temperatures. The heat from his coat had turned the poor nano worms to mush. He tried to pick one up but it disintegrated into a gooey green mess. It was no use the fisherwomen and men would never buy them now, but even worse than that, the air began to fill with the most putrid smell. A disgusting acrid taste collected at the back of Greckel’s throat, he thought that he would be sick. Imagine the smell of a dirty toilet combined with a rotten fish and you would only be half way to imagining the hideous pong of the melted nano worms. Greckel heaved and dashed to the ocean edge, he knelt on all fours trying his hardest to fill his lungs with fresh air. The smell seemed to follow him, he dashed over to the rocks, wherever he went he just couldn’t shake it. In desperation Greckel began to scrape away at the sand, he dug a deep dark hole and using a rock he pushed the nano worm goo into the darkness. As quickly as he had created it Greckel filled in the sand on top of the goo. To top it off he pushed the biggest boulder that he could find over the hidden hideous stench. “Phew,” he gasped as he breathed in the fresher air. Greckel sat still allowing his stomach to finally settle, the colour slowly came back to his cheeks.
Greckel arrived home late, the house was warm and full of the most delicious smell. He knew immediately what the scent was, his brother had taken up baking and everybody loved it. Every night he produced a different temptingly delicious treat. Despite the mouth watering smell, Greckel was beginning to get a little sick of it all, all he ever heard was people complementing what a wonderful baker Krank was and he was starting to feel quite left out. Greckel was not a very good baker and he couldn’t get over trying to compete with his brother. To make it worse this week was the great school bake off and everyone was working on an extra special cake to enter. Everyone that was except for Greckel.
As he opened the kitchen door he heard his mother’s voice, “mmm just beautiful,” she declared as she munched on a golden brown pastry “...and the filling just melts in the mouth,” she added making a little gesture with her hands. It’s just a cake, thought Greckel as he tried to fake a smile. “Hello, sweety,” said Greckel’s mum warmly, “have you had a good day?” Greckel began to tell them all about his worm disaster, but almost as soon as he had started his tale his mum brought the subject back to baking. “Oh well dear, why don’t you just try one of Krank’s gorgeous pastries, they can cheer up any day,” she declared. Krank’s face glowed. Grekels face did not.
How was Greckel feeling? Example answer: jealous, left out, not as important as his brother.
“Actually, I don’t feel that great,” declared Greckel and with that he skulked up to his bedroom. He sat on the soft floor frustrated about his day and frustrated about the fuss everyone was making about baking. The evening passed quickly and Greckel’s mum popped her head around his bedroom door, the sweet scent of baking filled the room. “Oh come on darling,” she said softly “you need to get some sleep, it’s a big day tomorrow, they’re judging the bake off.” Greckel groaned and flopped into his bed, his mother dimed the lights and left Greckel to the quiet. His brain whirled around and around, a plan was beginning to grow in his mind and he couldn’t help but see the funny side of it. Greckel heard the familiar padding of feet and low voices that meant his parents were going to bed. Soon the house was silent. Quietly he snuck out of his room and unlocked the front door. Of course Greckel was not allowed out on his own at night. As he went out of the door, he grabbed his neoprene nano worm pouch and dashed down to the beach.
What do you think Greckel might be doing?
Under the moonlight it was easy to find the rock that marked what he had come back for. Slowly he began to push the heavy boulder aside, he carefully scraped away the soil and heaved as he began to release the wretched smell once more. Holding his nose Greckel scooped the disgusting goo into his pouch, he fastened it tight and double wrapped it in bags. Once the sick feeling had passed he dashed home. Quietly, he crept into the kitchen. Holding his breath, he pressed the cupboard release button, he froze as the cupboard mechanism let out a low hiss and the door slowly opened. Quickly he assembled the cake injector, he undid his pouch and poured the hideous thick goo into the injector. Shaking, he moved over to the tray of Krank’s cooling cakes, one at a time he pushed the needle of the injector into a golden cake and pumped the putrid goo deep inside the once delightful treats.
Morning came and Greckel could hardly hide his smile. Krank proudly picked up his tray of cakes and wrapped them to keep them extra fresh. “Good luck,” beamed mum proudly as the boys set off for school. The whole journey to school Krank talked about cakes and gave his opinions on what made the finest bake. Everyone went straight into the assembly hall. All of the cakes were laid out on beautiful plates at the front of the room. Carefully Krank arranged his cakes on a silver plate and took his place in the assembly. Greckel fought back a smile and tried to busy himself talking to his friends. The assembly was called to silence. “Welcome everyone,” announced the head teacher, “without further ado I would like to open the annual baking competition,” he proudly added.
All of the business owners in town had volunteered to judge the competition and their eyes lit up when they saw the amazing treats that awaited their taste buds. They munched and crunched, slurped and chomped and grunted and gasped as they worked their way through the entries. The moment of Greckel’s gargantuous mistake had finally arrived. The head judge picked up Krank’s beautiful bake, he raised it to eye level and nodded with approval. The other judges were called over to join him in the tasting. The head judge closed his eyes as he bit in to the golden melt in the mouth exterior of the cake and then his eyes opened wide, wider than I have ever seen anyone’s eyes. A dribble of the horrid nano worm goo squirted from the corner of his lips. His brow began to sweat, his face went pale. The room filled with the horrific pong. All of the judge’s faces were the same and then it came! The head judge could not hold it in any longer, he burped and gulped and turning green he was sick all over the cake stand. The judge next to him turned white and with a horrendous wrenching noise, she spewed every where. Like the world’s worst Mexican wave the puking passed along the row of judges. Judge after judge heaving and gasping. The stench intensified into a foul fishy, sicky mix of a pong. Everyone ran for the fire exits.
Greckel did not need to be told that he had made a mistake, he looked across at his brother’s face, full of confusion, full of sadness, full of tears. Greckel felt awful, how could he do this to his brother? Poor Krank was not finding this experience funny at all. Greckel followed Krank outside to the fresh air. “I’m so sorry Krank, I did not think about what I was doing,” confessed Greckel. “This is all down to me.” Greckel explained the whole horrible joke, he explained about how he had been feeling about the baking and how he had hatched the horrid plan.
And then something surprising happened. Through his teary eyes Krank looked up at him, “lets just put this in the past,” said Krank, “I can see how upset you are, and I can see that you realise that you made a mistake. I forgive you,” he added. It would have been easier if Krank had been angry with him, this made Greckel feel even worse. But it was at this moment that Greckel learnt about how powerful forgiveness can be. Greckel’s jealousy had completely disappeared and in its place he was filled with a determination to make things up to his brother and to make sure that he never made such a gargantuous mistake again.
And so now 4 years on, on the eve of the great bake off Greckel does the same as he has done for the past 4 years. He sits in the kitchen washing his brother’s pots and pans, he tastes his brother’s creations, he gives kind advice and he always thinks twice before playing practical jokes.
How did being forgiven make Greckel feel? Example answer: He didn’t want to let his brother down again, he felt that he could now do good things to make it up to his brother, he felt that he could move on from his mistake.
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