A young girl ran along the street with a big smile. "she'll love it!" Sarah sings. "She'll simply love it!" She looks down to see the ring with the blue diamond. Margret's birthday was in two days, and Sarah had been worried she wouldn't find anything for her in time. To think she would find something this perfect by simply walking across the bridge and looking down! Now all she had to do was find a little box... "Ah!" Her foot hit a rock, sending her to the ground and the ring skirting along a head. "Ohhh..." She groaned, "Where did it go?" The girl went to look for it, but a sharp pain went through her leg. The fall hadn't just ripped her dress and stolen the ring, but cut her knee, too. "I'll be in so much trouble, the dress was brand new! Now what'll I do...? Ohhhhh!" With no gift for her sister, a hurt knee, and ruined dress, Sarah started to cry, blaming the rock that tripped her for everything. "London bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down." Someone sang to music that didn't belong out here.
"H-huh..?" She looked around for whoever it was, half ready to take this out on them, but not willing to interrupt the singing, at the same time. A bright-haired man carrying an old music box walked up behind her, holding the ring. She didn't wonder at how he had gotten it, when he had come from the opposite way it had flown, Sarah merely turned and watched him walk closer. He crouched down and took her hand, slipping the ring onto her small finger easily. "T-thank you! I t-thought I'd lost it! " She smiled through the tears, no longer crying.
"I think... that the ring has not picked you." She looked confused, but he held a blank expression and continued. "It does not suit as a gift at all... You would like a proper gift for someone, yes? But, who would it for?" He spoke evenly, not much question in his voice.
Once again, Sarah didn't ask or wonder how he had known it was a gift. After all, a few moments ago she had cried out, 'She'll love it, she'll love it', anyone could tell she meant a present. "F-for my sister..." She wiped her eyes with the ringed hand. "Her birthday is in a few days... a ring isn't the right thing to give?" She'd been certain Margret would like it, though...
"Hm..." He tilted his head to the side and looked at her without saying a word. "..."
"...sir?" Had she said something stupid, again? And after he'd been so kind...
"...I was thinking...of what to make the gift from...Steel isn't right and we can't use up the gold..." He straitens up and looks down at her, turning the crank of his music box he starts to sing. "London bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down, London bridge is falling down, my fair lady." He stares strait into her eyes, still playing the music. Slowly, Sarah stands up again, not feeling the pain in her knee anymore, or not caring if she did. "Falling down, falling down..."
He turned away from her and started back the way he came, still singing. "Make it out of gentail clay, gental clay, gental clay. Make it out of gental clay, my fair lady."
She follows after him obediently, singing to the tune a bit slower than he was. "Then make me out of genital clay, genital clay, genital clay..."
"Yes, my lady~"