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DoddieChapter1-4

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IPie Crumbs and Oodles of Chocolate
Doddie was a Warbel and lived on the island of Fidola with all of his friends. Now Warbels are cute furrylittle creatures that stand on two legs but are mostly shorter and wider with dark furry brown ears andlight hair on their heads. Their hair turns into a long mane that goes along on their back all the way totheir bushy dark tail. They have very large eyes for their head, mouse-like snouts that include threedistinct whiskers coming from each side, and a black nose much like a dog. All of the Warbels on Fidolawore thick-rimmed glasses and loved to hop and skip and sing all morning and all night. Now, Doddiewas just the same as every other Warbel except for one thing: Doddie was a musician. And Doddie
wasn’t just any ordinary musician; he was a stupendous musician. Doddie
composed music no one hadever heard or experienced in all the land. All in Fidola were in love with Doddie and he was very proudof his work. Each night, after a long day of work, the entire town would gather to listen to Doddie andeach morning, once the sun was cresting over the tops of the trees, Doddie would wake up andimmediately prepare his new song for that evening.Now, Doddie lived in a hut outside the city on the East side of the island. He lived near the forbiddenforest where the music rock was. You see, each Warbel in Fidola had the very same small and very cleanWarbel hut. The huts were made with sun-dried cornstalks and were glued together with candied syrup,and each hut had a door and two windows very small. On the opposite end of the door was a daintyfireplace that stayed empty in the summer and was packed full in the winter
. Doddie’s little hut had a
bed on the right side of the fireplace and a desk on the left side where he would lay out his parchment
and write music to his heart’s content.
Every morning was the same for Doddie. He woke up, stretched, grabbed his pen and his parchmentand opened the door only to merrily skip to the brook to wash his hands and feet. There he would sit,look around, and listen to the birds chirp and the leaves of the trees whisper their beautiful soundsmixed with the echoes of the running water of the brook moving around the rocks. Doddie would lie inthe green, thick, and comfy meadow grass and daydream of musical rifts and crescendos flowing in amost wonderful way. He would often close his eyes and think of glorious parties the town would throwhim with cakes and creams and drawn-out drinks form the cherry drink bowl. He would imagine the
little Warbel’s faces as they wondered in glee at how talented he truly was. Life was truly
great forDoddie.So, after daydreaming for a while and thinking a little more, he would find his furry eyes drifting down tosleep. It was very common for Doddie to take a quick nap for good musicians always need to be well-rested. Warbels are known to snore terribly and Doddie was the loudest of all the Warbels in town.
 
Lying in the tall green grass with the sun casting beautiful shadows all around, Doddie snored thegreatest of snores that would make all of the birds in the air cover their. It was during these short napsthat he would dream and come up with more ideas for his music. He would always wake up nearmidday and open the basket he brought to find his lunch of apple bits and soft crust from a dessert piefrom the night before.Now, as soon as he finished his food he went briskly back to his hut, sat at his small desk next to thewindow, and reached up for his many writing pens on a shelf above the desk. Once he put the pens intheir place, he finally began to sketch his notes. You see, Doddie could play any instrument he wantedbut he usually played the violin, for violins are very beautiful. With every word and page turn, he wrotewith a smile thinking about how happy he would make everyone. But he smiled the widest when hethought about all the gifts that the Warbels would give him and all the wonderful ice cream cake anddesserts that he got to eat every night. Pages and pages were penned and as always, as all composersdo, he wrote furiously knowing the other Warbels wanted the music long and beautiful. On into theafternoon and evening he wrote until last around eight o'clock he scribbled a couple extra notes beforehe felt his head fall onto the desk with a terrible crash. Doddie began snoring again! It wasn't until heheard three distinct knocks that he woke up and knew it was time to go to the rock to play his music.Each evening, when the sun came to be just over the glorious peaks on the West side of the island, theentire town wo
uld gather to listen to Doddie’s music. The rest of the town lived on the West side of the
island, far away from the forbidden forest. Doddie thought with his special gifts he needed to be faraway from everyone else so his ideas and creations could come to life. Since he was such a greatmusician the last thing he needed were Warbels bothering him during the day.So, back to the story: Doddie heard the three knocks and quickly grabbed his parchment and went to thedoor. As he opened the door he saw the entire town waiting with torches aglow. They cheered,
“Hurray for Doddie! Doddie is the writer of the most stupendous music!” They hoisted Doddie up on
their shoulders and cheered as they made their way to the rock. Doddie always saw his friends each dayat dusk. There was Ryan, Danny, Mark, and Darren, and his favorite friend of all: Fehr. Fehr was a verybeautiful Warbel and had nine little brothers and sisters. Fehr was the one that sat closest to the rockwhenever Doddie played his music. (Doddie always watched to make sure she was listening and heloved it when she laughed and clapped.) So, off to the rock they led Doddie and finally they all arrived.Doddie walked to the top of the rock and, pompous as he was, pulled down his glasses to the edge of hisnose, stretched out his hands and opened up his scroll and placed it on the music stand. He then spokein his cute
and clear voice, “Good evening everyone. As always, it is truly an honor to play my beautifulmusic for you.” (The flickers
 
from the torches made Doddie’s face full of mystery.)“To
-
night, I would like to play for you all a song titled, “I am Great. I hope you like it.” The Warbelswere all sitting down but leaned in to hear Doddie’s first note. He looked to the left an
d then to theright as he brought his violin to his neck.
What followed was the most beautiful sounds you’d ever heard come from a violin. Doddie was trulymagnificent. The Warbels watched each movement of Doddie’s eyes and the swift movements of his
 
hand and they leaned forward to listen to every note Doddie used to form his piece. On and on, thesong went and with each beautiful note, Doddie brought his audience to a state of wonderment andawe. Soon, in-front-of Doddie, the sun fully set and the forest and sky brought forth a wonderful mix of 
pinks and reds and oranges all around. With each movement of his hands, Doddie’s song became more
entrancing. But then, something happened in the music and everyone became saddened and
frightened. Doddie’s face
turned from happy to sad as he began to play much softer and solemn music.Yet in the midst of it all, there was a glimmer of hope in each note. On the song went deep into thenight and when Doddie finally reached the end of the song, he played the last notes, proudly pushed hisglasses back to the top of his nose, rolled up the parchments, and bowed.
The entire crowd burst into applause and certain shouts were heard, “He has done it again! Hurray, forDoddie!” At once, bottles of whipped, rich cream
, butternut sauce topping sprayed into the air. Therewere beautiful spreads of all sorts of food on large picnic tables with pools of soda suds and oodles of chocolate filling each plate. More music started with blaring horns, and tubas chimed in with jovialminstrels. Such jubilance would sound from the edge of the forest, and soon after, more cherry drinkswere poured into the cups of all those present to prepare them to partake of the best of dinners: aconcoction of meat-laden bread mixed with apricot slices and slim shreds of butternut cream. Soon,more bright lights were lit on tall torches. It was truly a most splendid scene and as the feast went oneveryone came to Doddie and thanked him for his wonderful song. Many of them begged and pleadedwith him to join them for dinner at the Island Hall and still more told him he should very well be the newleader of the island. Doddie said proudly as he did every night that he was too busy to do anything elsefor the moment. At last, Fehr came up to Doddie and smiled a bit. She asked him how he was and saidshe had a spot saved for him at the Island Hall dinner table. She told him how much she would love forhim to come. Doddie told her it was nice her to offer but he would have to come another time. He saidit was more important for now that he kept busy making good stories for her to hear and that hopefullysoon he would be able to come and visit.The truth was Doddie never intended at all to join them for dinner. He knew he was already the most
popular Warbel in town and didn’t see the need to add anything more to his busy days.
Fehr was about to respond again when the crisp air of the night moved swiftly through the trees andsome of the goblets on the grass fell over while the many torch flames bent with the wind. The crowdof Warbels scattered but a few Warbels remained to quickly thank Doddie for his marvelous music andto again express their excitement to hear the next composition. Doddie was full of pride as always andwaited until everyone who wanted to speak with him had said their praise.With everyone gone from the forest, and the wind blowing in the hair of his ears and mane, Doddiesighed and smiled. He draped his composition once more over his arm and walked almost skipping backto his hut. Once inside he struck a match and rested it next to the wick of a large wooden lantern abovehis bed. He fitted himself nicely in his covers, reached under the bed and grabbed a fruit dessert pie andplaced it on top of his tummy as he did for his meals every night. He consumed every bit, and with a fewcrumbs making their way to his covers, Doddie blew out his light. The wind rushed steadily outside andslowly and dreamily he smacked his lips and he drew into his furry nose the very first snore of the night.

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