A Christmas Song
Imagine yourself sitting in an auditorium. In front of you is a large stage. In the right corner of the stage is a fieldmouse sitting at a grand piano. Center stage, there is a spotlight focused on a microphone. Yuoo the fox walks up to the microphone and begins to speak.
"Hi everyone. I know this has nothing to my fanfic, but I'm writing this on Christmas Day, so I hope you don't mind that I sing a song."
The fieldmouse begins to play elegantly. Yuoo sings slowly:
Let there be peace on earth
And let it begin with me
Let there be peace on earth
The peace that was meant to be
With God as our Father
Brothers all are we
Let me walk with my brother
In perfect harmony
Let peace begin with me
Let this be the moment now
With every step I take
Let this be my solemn vow
To take each moment
And live each moment
In peace eternally
Let there be peace on earth
And let it begin with me
Yuoo walks off as he waves and calls out, "¡Feliz Navidad!"
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Chapter 07
"Now Stitch," said Abbot Theo, "If you are to live here with us, you must learn to behave yourself. First, I shall teach you dining etiquette."
Stitch, now wear a gray tunic, was seated at a table filled with food.
"First of all, you must remember to--"
Before the Abbot could finish, Stitch leapt onto the table, diving into the food. The Abbot pulled Stitch back to his chair.
"Rule number one: stay off the table."
The Abbot picked up a bent piece of metal from the table, realizing that it was half of a fork.
"Rule number two: don't eat the silverware!"
Stitch looked at the Abbot disappointedly, "Why not?"
Theo looked up and sighed, "Seasons help me! Okay, I think we're finished with dining etiquette for today. Let's move on."
Abbot Theo gave Stitch a tour of the Abbey ; Stitch was giving lots of Ooh's and Ahh's at everything the Abbot pointed out.
Watching Stitch from a distance, two otters, one of whom was the Skipper, were talking in low whispers.
"What you do think about this, Skipper?"
"About Stitch, you mean? I don't know, mate. He's friendly enough, but he seems a little whacked in the head."
"I'm not sure that he's even a hare. I mean, the creature's BLUE for crying out loud!"
"The world is full of strange creatures, mate. Some are goodbeasts; some are vermin, but we can't judge anybeast by appearances."
Though the Skipper of the otters wasn't exactly fond of Stitch, she wasn't one to hold a grudge. She walked up to him and let the Abbot introduce her.
"Good morning, Stitch. My name's Wakula. I'm the Skipper of the otters here in Mossflower. Listen, I'm sorry we tried to net you like a watershrimp. Just a bit of a misunderstanding, you see. No hard feelings?"
Abbot Theo encouraged Stitch, "Okay, Stitch. Remember what we talked about? Answer her like I showed you."
Stitch bowed and said, "It is I who must apologize. I am sorry."
Abbot Theo smiled and said to Wakula, "You see, he--"
Before the Abbot could finish, Stitch added, "Sorry for not tossing you back into the pond where you belong, you fat lumpy toad!"
Abbot Theo was speechless. Skipper Wakula was not.
"WHY YOU UNGRATEFUL LITTLE GUTTERSNIPE!"
Stitch stuck out his tongue at the Skipper, and she promptly began chasing him and threatening to rip his ears out as he continued laughed hysterically and taunting her. Seething with rage, Wakula chased him out of the Great Hall and into the courtyard. Stitch ran toward the gate, which was closed. Wakula's smile turned into shock as she saw Stitch run up and over the wall as if it were flat ground! In her surprise, the Skipper barely stopped herself from running into the gate. After opening the gate, the Skipper again pursued Stitch, now more out of curiosity than anger. They ran across the path and into the woods, where Stitch left the path and darted into the trees. She followed him until she suddenly tripped on something, falling flat on her face.
"Looks like we caught ourselves an otter."
Wakula jumped up to face a couple of weasels threatening her with iron spears. The Skipper was scared, but she'd been in tighter spots than this before. She was thinking about her next move when Stitch walked up. Stitch growled at the two weasels.
The Skipper called out, "Stay back Stitch. I can handle this myself, mate."
Ignoring the Skipper, the first weasel charged Stitch. The little blue hare grabbed the weasel's spearpoint and slung it, catapulting the unfortunate weasel several meters into the air. Witnessing this, the second weasel stopped.
"What are you?!" said the shocked weasel, "You ain't of this world, I tell ya!"
"Nope," answered Stitch. The first weasel got up with a groan.
"Come on," he said, "There ain't much we can do here. Let's tell the Chief. He'll know what to do." With that, the two weasels ran off.
Stitch and Wakula walked back to the Abbey.
"I'm sorry, Skipper."
"Thanks mate."
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[Author's Note: No, I didn't write the song, "Let There Be Peace on Earth." I looked for the author's name online, but I couldn't find it.]
Imagine yourself sitting in an auditorium. In front of you is a large stage. In the right corner of the stage is a fieldmouse sitting at a grand piano. Center stage, there is a spotlight focused on a microphone. Yuoo the fox walks up to the microphone and begins to speak.
"Hi everyone. I know this has nothing to my fanfic, but I'm writing this on Christmas Day, so I hope you don't mind that I sing a song."
The fieldmouse begins to play elegantly. Yuoo sings slowly:
Let there be peace on earth
And let it begin with me
Let there be peace on earth
The peace that was meant to be
With God as our Father
Brothers all are we
Let me walk with my brother
In perfect harmony
Let peace begin with me
Let this be the moment now
With every step I take
Let this be my solemn vow
To take each moment
And live each moment
In peace eternally
Let there be peace on earth
And let it begin with me
Yuoo walks off as he waves and calls out, "¡Feliz Navidad!"
- - -
Chapter 07
"Now Stitch," said Abbot Theo, "If you are to live here with us, you must learn to behave yourself. First, I shall teach you dining etiquette."
Stitch, now wear a gray tunic, was seated at a table filled with food.
"First of all, you must remember to--"
Before the Abbot could finish, Stitch leapt onto the table, diving into the food. The Abbot pulled Stitch back to his chair.
"Rule number one: stay off the table."
The Abbot picked up a bent piece of metal from the table, realizing that it was half of a fork.
"Rule number two: don't eat the silverware!"
Stitch looked at the Abbot disappointedly, "Why not?"
Theo looked up and sighed, "Seasons help me! Okay, I think we're finished with dining etiquette for today. Let's move on."
Abbot Theo gave Stitch a tour of the Abbey ; Stitch was giving lots of Ooh's and Ahh's at everything the Abbot pointed out.
Watching Stitch from a distance, two otters, one of whom was the Skipper, were talking in low whispers.
"What you do think about this, Skipper?"
"About Stitch, you mean? I don't know, mate. He's friendly enough, but he seems a little whacked in the head."
"I'm not sure that he's even a hare. I mean, the creature's BLUE for crying out loud!"
"The world is full of strange creatures, mate. Some are goodbeasts; some are vermin, but we can't judge anybeast by appearances."
Though the Skipper of the otters wasn't exactly fond of Stitch, she wasn't one to hold a grudge. She walked up to him and let the Abbot introduce her.
"Good morning, Stitch. My name's Wakula. I'm the Skipper of the otters here in Mossflower. Listen, I'm sorry we tried to net you like a watershrimp. Just a bit of a misunderstanding, you see. No hard feelings?"
Abbot Theo encouraged Stitch, "Okay, Stitch. Remember what we talked about? Answer her like I showed you."
Stitch bowed and said, "It is I who must apologize. I am sorry."
Abbot Theo smiled and said to Wakula, "You see, he--"
Before the Abbot could finish, Stitch added, "Sorry for not tossing you back into the pond where you belong, you fat lumpy toad!"
Abbot Theo was speechless. Skipper Wakula was not.
"WHY YOU UNGRATEFUL LITTLE GUTTERSNIPE!"
Stitch stuck out his tongue at the Skipper, and she promptly began chasing him and threatening to rip his ears out as he continued laughed hysterically and taunting her. Seething with rage, Wakula chased him out of the Great Hall and into the courtyard. Stitch ran toward the gate, which was closed. Wakula's smile turned into shock as she saw Stitch run up and over the wall as if it were flat ground! In her surprise, the Skipper barely stopped herself from running into the gate. After opening the gate, the Skipper again pursued Stitch, now more out of curiosity than anger. They ran across the path and into the woods, where Stitch left the path and darted into the trees. She followed him until she suddenly tripped on something, falling flat on her face.
"Looks like we caught ourselves an otter."
Wakula jumped up to face a couple of weasels threatening her with iron spears. The Skipper was scared, but she'd been in tighter spots than this before. She was thinking about her next move when Stitch walked up. Stitch growled at the two weasels.
The Skipper called out, "Stay back Stitch. I can handle this myself, mate."
Ignoring the Skipper, the first weasel charged Stitch. The little blue hare grabbed the weasel's spearpoint and slung it, catapulting the unfortunate weasel several meters into the air. Witnessing this, the second weasel stopped.
"What are you?!" said the shocked weasel, "You ain't of this world, I tell ya!"
"Nope," answered Stitch. The first weasel got up with a groan.
"Come on," he said, "There ain't much we can do here. Let's tell the Chief. He'll know what to do." With that, the two weasels ran off.
Stitch and Wakula walked back to the Abbey.
"I'm sorry, Skipper."
"Thanks mate."
- - -
[Author's Note: No, I didn't write the song, "Let There Be Peace on Earth." I looked for the author's name online, but I couldn't find it.]