When I was in year one, we did some kind of Harvest Festival type assembly. It was one of many outstanding productions, iirc.
I was The Sun and I wore a stinky oldbeautiful golden shawl and fluttered around the "seeds" to make them grow after my best frenemy friend had done her thang prancing in and out of them in a blue mac being The Rain
The seeds grew and then a farmer came along and harvested them.
The best and clearest reader in the class acted as some kind of narrator and a good time was had by all. I like to imagine it was vaguely diverting for our audience.
DD recently did her class assembly. A bunch of children stood in a line and took it in turns to stand up and read lines like robots. It was excruciating. And boring. I mean, I'm not expecting A Midsummer Night's Fucking Dream or anything, but a little effort for an actual performance, surely? My i-phone was actually physically protesting at having to capture such Pap.
Disclaimer: DD was amazing, obviously. She now has an agent 