Broken Strings By HamClover
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This is chapter four. Count it, four. (Obviously, Clover is writing this early in the morning, um, say ten o' clock, which is sorta early for her, and has nothing interesting to talk about) I had four pieces of toast the other day.
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Chapter 4:
It was the next morning and Gladys was warming herself with her paws sitting on Herbert's back. It was very chilly for a May morning, and Gladys sure did feel it. Jingle, on the other hand, appeared not to worry about the chilly air, and simply continued searching for a person to fix his guitar.
"Simple minded," Gladys thought to herself as she huddled up against the pig's bandana. Herbert sneezed slightly in response.
Jingle quietly hopped back on Herbert's back and looked at Gladys.
"People around here don't seem to like guitars much," Is all he said that morning.
By mid-afternoon, the weather had a change of heart and soon the sun peeked out. But now it was boiling hot. Gladys, feeling like a fried egg on poor Herbert's back, jumped down and started walking under him, where there was plenty of shade. She asked Jingle if he wanted to come down too, but he said no.
"You really should," Gladys warned, with a motherly tone, "It's very hot, you could pass out up there."
"A simple obstacle like that will not interrupt our destiny," Jingle responded.
"You're weird!" Was all Gladys had to say. But really, she grew to envy Jingle's determination. Nothing ever seemed to stop him. He seemed so determined to fix that red guitar of his. And she greatly admired him for that. It reminded her of Errol.
"If there's a log in your way, dig under it!" Errol had always told Gladys whenever a problem came their way.
"If there's a log in your way...dig under it," Gladys quoted. It suddenly gave her an idea.
Shouting to Jingle to stop, Gladys scrambled off the path and into a large bush. She soon skipped out holding a large leaf with a long stem. Crawling up on Herbert's back, she planted the stem in the bandana, and then adjusted it so the leaf would shade her and Jingle.
"There," Gladys said with pride.
Jingle looked up at the leaf and smiled. "Nice," Is all he said.
It was enough to make Gladys beam. She never really thought about Errol's childish words. They all seemed like baby talk. And now she was beginning to realize the importance of his words.
"Oinky!" Herbert squealed delightfully.