Disclaimer: Me still own nuttin'.
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The next morning, Pippin was a sleep against the wall in the corner. There was drool all over it too. Pippin was dreaming of cake, mushroom cake to be exact.
Everybody was already up except for him. When he woke up he saw a stick underneath the beds. Pippin went over and picked up and banged it against the cell bars.
"It makes music" Pippin exclaimed.
Pippin found another stick and started to pretend to play the drums while he danced around. While he was dancing around he actually slipped through the bars and started banging the desk he picked up the keys, went back into his cell and shook the keys to make a jingling sound and banged the sticks around.
It was like he made a band out of himself.
Big Guy took the keys from Pippin. Pippin began to whine, which Big Guy didn't like so he gave them back.
Pippin went over to the bars and went through again and sat in the chair at the desk. Pippin put up his feet on the desk and closed his eyes, but fell flat on his face as soon as he closed his eyes.
"Ow"
Just then he heard a familiar voice and song. It was Merry and he was singing a song that went like this:
I like apples, I like ale, I like them why yes I do. I like mushrooms, I like swimming and most of all I like my Pippin.
Pippin rushed into his cell.
As Merry walked by his cell Pippin cried out, "Merry! What took you so long?"
"Who cares let's just go home" Merry said.
"In a minute I want to finish my song." Pippin said as he started to bang the sticks around and pulling the wires underneath the bed.
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Please review. I hope you like the story. I know the formatting was a little bad at the beginning. Please review.
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The next morning, Pippin was a sleep against the wall in the corner. There was drool all over it too. Pippin was dreaming of cake, mushroom cake to be exact.
Everybody was already up except for him. When he woke up he saw a stick underneath the beds. Pippin went over and picked up and banged it against the cell bars.
"It makes music" Pippin exclaimed.
Pippin found another stick and started to pretend to play the drums while he danced around. While he was dancing around he actually slipped through the bars and started banging the desk he picked up the keys, went back into his cell and shook the keys to make a jingling sound and banged the sticks around.
It was like he made a band out of himself.
Big Guy took the keys from Pippin. Pippin began to whine, which Big Guy didn't like so he gave them back.
Pippin went over to the bars and went through again and sat in the chair at the desk. Pippin put up his feet on the desk and closed his eyes, but fell flat on his face as soon as he closed his eyes.
"Ow"
Just then he heard a familiar voice and song. It was Merry and he was singing a song that went like this:
I like apples, I like ale, I like them why yes I do. I like mushrooms, I like swimming and most of all I like my Pippin.
Pippin rushed into his cell.
As Merry walked by his cell Pippin cried out, "Merry! What took you so long?"
"Who cares let's just go home" Merry said.
"In a minute I want to finish my song." Pippin said as he started to bang the sticks around and pulling the wires underneath the bed.
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Please review. I hope you like the story. I know the formatting was a little bad at the beginning. Please review.
