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would call a “nice boy”
most of the time. He would often pick on those who weresmaller and, in his mind, more annoying.
“Classical Gas,” replied Adlai, “And here‟s some of
my
gas.” Adlai then lifted
his right leg and emitted a noisy evacuation toward Declan. Declan left the room
disgusted at Adlai‟s bullish behavior. “Tofu hasn‟t let me down yet.” He kept playing
the song thinking that nobody else was going to bother him, but
he couldn‟t help but
notice that his foolish monster was sitting beside him trying to read a book. Saul?Reading a book? This he had to question.
“What are you reading?” he asked. Saul the
bassala stuck his nose further into the readingmaterial.
“I‟m looking for Waldo,” he said, “He‟s bound to be here somewhere…”
“Saul, that‟s a
PB Teen
catalogue and
you‟re reading it upside
down.”
“That‟s the thing, Adlai. Waldo could be
anywhere
–
Hawaii, the Middle Ages, the moon
–
he could even be with us as we speak.” Saul
shifted his eyes around the room, making sure that no man wearing red stripes was withineyesight.
“Alright, but
make sure you don‟t act like an idiot during the wedding.”
Hazel‟s fiancé, Avon, wanted to get away from the crowded household to be byhimself. He wasn‟t in his fancy groom outfit; since men don‟t take as long as women to
get ready, he was still in his slightly wrinkled good shirt. He found a nice place outside
where the grass wasn‟t trimmed and the bushes were
thick. He cleared his voice and took a deep breath. Outcame a slightly cracked musical note of which he
would‟ve been ashamed if he hadn‟t
been alone. Hereluctantly cleared his voice again, thinking that wouldimprove his singing ability. He attempted to belt out aG note, but ended up sounding like a giraffe withpneumonia. Delilah was outside enjoying the autumnair when she heard the unattractive noise.
“Hello, Avon.” Avon was embarrassed to see
that there were ears outside to hear his poor voice.
“Delilah, I want to let you in on a little secret,”
said Avon. He nervously stretched out the collar on hisshirt before revealing the r
est. “After the wedding
tonight, I want to sing a romantic song to your aunt.
The problem is that I don‟t know how to sing.”
“Oh, yes,” said Sasha the nixie,
“Some human
males sing to a female in an attempt to woo her
. I think it‟s called… „sera
-noo-di
ng.‟”
“As you‟re future niece, it is my obligation to teach you how to sing.” Without
even trying, Avon found a teacher, albeit a young one.
“The first thing you should know
is that you have two voices: your head voice and your chest voice. Here is my head
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