Broken Strings By HamClover

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Ha, ha, ha. I'm a bad girl for not writing in so long! Bonks self in head Sowy! So many things have happened, and I just can't explain em' all right now! I advise you read all the updates on my site to get your homework done. Okie dokie! Here's the fic!

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There it was. Just sitting there in all its' red and white glory. It was a beautiful piece of work indeed. It had nicely shaped curves and was not an inch too out of tune. It was a guitar. Jingle's guitar.

Jingle sat under a bush quizzically staring at his guitar, which was spotted by random patches of light.

"Of all things," He sighed.

He picked his guitar up, and proving his confusion, he held a broken guitar. Two strings had snapped in half.

Herbert poked his plump pink nose into the bush and nudged the broken instrument snorting "Oinky!" over and over.

"I just don't know how it could have broke," Jingle said calmly. He attempted to play the guitar, but it didn't sound at all good. He blinked.

"Oinky.." Herbert whined, nudging the guitar more.

Jingle slowly put his paw up gesturing for the pig to stop. He calmly crept out of the bush, guitar in hand. He then proceeded to hop on Herbert. We he finally did get on the pig, Jingle squinted far off in front of him and smiled. "Ahead of us will be many challenges, many perils," Herbert stared at him. "But, we will prevail, and nothing will stop us in our journey to destiny!"

"Oinky?" Herbert asked.

Jingle snapped out of his speech and glanced down and the pig.

"All, I mean, Herbert, is that we are going to get new strings for my guitar. I can't play it with broken strings."

With that, Jingle urged Herbert onward. Squinting, Jingle scanned the horizon for anyone whom could help in his time of need. Of course, to any average hamster, seeing a hamster with awkward hair holding a broken guitar and riding a pig four times the size of them would scare them away. And finally, after searching far into the evening, Jingle found a "victim".

"Excuse me," He said to a young girl ham slightly older than Penelope.

The little girl wheeled around in surprise and gawked at Jingle. She had been hanging tiny little scraps of cloth that her family had found many uses for on the line. The girl herself was dark ash brown in color and sported a large butterfly clip holding up her sloppy ponytail.

"Uh, uh..." She stuttered.

"Excuse me," Jingle continued, "Do you happen to have Guitar strings?"

"For...what?"

"My wonderful companion in making sounds that soothe the soul has been injured. She needs assistance, strings."

"What?"

"Strings"

"For what!?"

"Strings,"

At that point the young girl ham had about enough. She put her paws on her hips and shouted,

"Hey! I don't know who you are mister! But do you need help or what!?"

Jingle paused for a moment. "Oh, my name is Jingle," He answered finally.

The girl seemed satisfied and introduced herself also. "I'm Gladys," She said rather maturely, "Now what do you need?"

"Strings, for my guitar." Jingle answered.

Gladys stared at Jingle. She looked rather angry.

"DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE ANY STRINGS!?" She screamed.

Jingle blinked.

"I DON'T HAVE ANY FREAKIN' GUITAR STRINGS! NEVER HAVE, AND 'PROLLY NEVER WILL!!!!!"

"Uhhh, okay then, goodbye." Jingle said as if not noticing what Gladys shouted. He started walking away.

Gladys, catching her breathe, was far too confused to stop him. She simply let out a sigh and continued doing her chore.

Jingle gazed around the land, the setting sun was beginning to get in his eyes. Not really caring about what just happened, he continued his search. After all, he just wants to fix his broken strings.

And that's the end of chapter one. I'm not sure if it's all that good but do send a review!