Hans: (with football in hands) Oh boy, my very own football! I’ve been saving my allowance for a month to get this. I can’t wait to play with it. My mom said I’m not supposed to play ball in the house but it’s raining outside so I can’t go out. I’m sure my mom will understand if I only throw it around once or twice. I’ve been waiting a long time for this. I think I’ll go in the living room where there’s more space. (Hans leaves.)

Hans: (from backstage) This is great! I love this football! (there should be a slight pause, then we hear something break). Uh-oh!

Mrs. Yoder: (calling from backstage) Hans, what happened? I heard something break. Are you okay? Hans? (Discovering the broken vase, she gasps. Mrs. Yoder enters with a few of the broken pieces.) Oh my goodness, my flower vase… it’s ruined. (more angry now) Hans, you get in here right now!

Hans: (enters) Yes, mom?

Mrs. Yoder: Do you know anything about this, Hans?

Hans: (playing innocent) It looks like broken glass.

Mrs. Yoder: It’s not just any broken glass. This was the flower vase your Aunt Gretta gave to me on my wedding day.

Hans: Oh?

Mrs. Yoder: How did it get broken?

Hans: Maybe it fell off the shelf.

Mrs. Yoder: Maybe, but then why did I find a football, your football, lying in the middle of all the glass?