This is by far, the cutest film I had seen in a while. The minute I got back from the theaters (which was the second day it came out), I started this up! I just had ta! I know this is a little short. D: Sorry!

Enjoy!


Trumpet

Louis never had been so bored before. He sat lazily in the river, his eyes and nose just above the surface. He watched a large boat move slowly in the water. The moon was full and shinning bright. Louis sighed, bubbles of air forming in the water. He turned onto his back, watching the sky above. The stars shined brightly. He listened to the jazz music that filtered from the boat. The alligator's tail wagged to the beat of the music. He hummed to the tune. The alligator watched the humans dance to the music, and play their instruments. He watched one tanned male bump into a table, causing a trumpet to fall into the waters.

"No!" the man cried. He then exhaled from his nose. "Dang it!"

Another man turned to him. "Ah, don't worry, ya'll get a new one," he stated.

"But that one was expensive!" he defended. "Man, I paid good money for that!"

"Well, that'll teach ya to be more careful with your items."

Louis flipped over to his belly. He always wanted a musical instrument. He dove into the waters. It was difficult to see, but he did see the outline of the trumpet. He reached out his fat claw-hand, and grasped it. He lifted from the water, looking at the small, golden device. Louis shook out the water, practically drying the instrument. He watched a many number of people play the trumpet, so he had an idea to what he was doing. He placed the mouth-piece to his long face, and started to blow. The sound that left the device was horrid. He gritted down, the sound ringing in his head.

"Ow," he grumbled, shaking the rest of the water out of it.

He tried again. He pressed the little finger-pieces, making a tune. The alligator loved the sound. He rolled onto his back, floating in the water. And that was how Louis began playing his favorite instrument. He played all throughout the night. The people of New Orleans had not a clue where the music was coming from, but they did not care. They just listened, and danced to the beat. The tune faded away as Louis floated back to his home in the swamp.