Sammy burst through the doors. "See!" he cried. "I told you I could do it, Unko! I got a gig! EVERYBODY GET READY TO RAWWWWWWWWWWK!"
Beluga looked up at him, annoyed that he had been disturbed from his work. "What are you blabbering on about now, Sammy?" he asked exasperatedly.
"I got a gig!" Sammy exclaimed. "Remember, last week you told me that I couldn't get a gig for my life, and NOW I HAVE!" He smirked. "Unko, remember you told me that if I could get a gig, you would let me play here, in the dining car on the Molentary Express."
Beluga stopped for a moment. "I don't recall that conversation," he lied, remembering it in great detail. It had been an unbearably hot day, and Sammy had interrupted his work as usual, and to get rid of the boy, he had sent him on what he had considered an impossible mission, as he never really considered the boy's voice anything but a nuisance. And to encourage him, he had promised him one night's performance in the dining car of the Molentary Express.
"There's no way I'm letting you sing on my train, Sammy," Beluga told him.
Sammy crossed his arms "Unko, that's not fair!" he whined. "You promised!"
"I made no such promise," Beluga said impatiently. "Now stop interrupting my work!"
Sammy stormed out of the room, swearing and insisting that the conversation wasn't over.
Five minutes later, Beluga noticed a piece of paper being slipped under the door. Reluctantly, he went over and picked it up.
It read:
Roses are red.
Violets are not.
All's fair in love and war,
But this, sir, is not.
Beluga grunted in annoyance. "Well, too bad for you then," he replied.
Another piece of paper was slipped under the door:
Roses are red.
Willow trees weep
You made a promise
Promises are to keep.
Beluga, now enraged, scribbled down a reply: PROMISES ARE MADE TO BE BROKEN.
He opened the door, shoved the note into Sammy's hands, then slammed the door shut.
Then, ten minutes later, he heard a loud crash. A note was slipped under the door, and Beluga could hear loud footsteps, as if Sammy were running for his life.
He opened the note:
Promises are made to be broken...
And so are windows.
Beluga instantly ran out the door to find Sammy's guitar rammed through one of the Molentary Express windows, now shattered almost completely. For a moment, he just gawked at it, eyes wide with amazement. Then he clenched his fists.
"SAAAMMMMMYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!"