In reply to Jon Read:
This was my favourite:
RED: My friends, there isn’t much food, God knows, but there is enough for all of us. And when we scrabble for it between us we demean ourselves before our oppressors. So this time, when our food is contemptuously thrown to us, we will not fight for it, but with dignity we shall each, in turn, take a piece, until it is fairly divided. In that way we will all eat sufficiently, and we will show our captors our unity, and our power. Agreed? My comrade in blue!
BLUE: Aye
RED: My comrade in green!
GREEN: Aye
RED: My comrade in yellow!
YELLOW: Aye
RED: And I, your comrade in red. Very well then, I hear them approach. Remember, one at a time...
CHILDREN: Three, two, one, go!
(gobbling)
RED: Oh, my poor friends. They cannot help themselves. They are such hungry, hungry hippos.
(gobbling)