“TICKETS! PLEASE!” the
upriver seahorse yelled.
“Okay, okay.” Essie flew in
front of the magical carving. “We don't have any tickets, or
money, but we would like to travel upriver. How could we pay for
passage?”
The seahorse was silent for a
moment. A blessed, peaceful moment. Its voice then rang out, “Your
ticket shall be a song! A great and glorious song! For as long as
you sing your song, I shall take you upriver. The moment you stop
singing, I shall overturn and dump you into this river. Are we
clear?” The princess nodded and began to open her mouth, only to
be cut off by the seahorse,
“The song must, MUST, be about...a
window!”
The other seahorse head groaned
deeply, “I warned you about that one.”
So they set out. Essie made up
a song while the good knight inserted a deep “Tra-la-la” whenever
she ran out of ideas. It went something like this:
“I looked out the window of
Castle LaMame
And I saw a dragon attack it
with flame
Tra-la-la. Tra-la-la.
The soldiers responded, the
children did flee
Till the only one left in the
castle was me.
Tra-la-la. Tra-la-la
Should I fight, should I hide,
should I beg for my life
To the window I returned, to
watch all the strife.
Tra-la-la.
Tra-la-la-la-laaaaa.
Keep
singing? Turn to page 17
Enough
of this silliness already. Turn to page 18
No comments:
Post a Comment