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"Songs are Poems set to music ya know"
Imp was swinging in the backyard, his face one of boredom. Ton had been thinking long and hard, then realised something, heading out to find Imp.
"Imp … you and Taddy write songs as well as music" Ton said without preamble, never one to beat around the bush and Imp stopped the swing to talk back, showing respect to his lovely brother.
"Yes, we do" he nodded.
"Well … it's poetry. You write poetry little brother. Tell ya what, you write some and I will talk to Tadda about you maybe having the last word so to speak. You could do the goodbye poem for the end of my book." Ton offered, Imp knowing how expensive that was, what an amazing gift his brother was giving him and he gaped at him.
"Really?"
"If my book gets famous, so will your poem and maybe you can write a whole book too" Ton suggested, "You write such funny and clever things."
"Oh Ton!" Imp flew from the swing and hugged him then took off for the back door calling over his shoulder "I need to think on this. I need my hat."
Imp's thinking spot was not Rocky and it had taken Ton a while to understand that Imp needed to talk to Elliot when he was thinking, the seat up on the mountain now a firm thinking spot for Imp and Monkey. Sometimes Ton wondered what Elliot would have been like, if he hadn't had to leave already. He would have liked this place too. He was sure of it. After considering more he went inside and offered to drive Imp to Elliot's Ledge in his Toady Motor.
He wanted to visit Rocky and tell him he had talked to Imp, Rocky needs to know things like that. He has lived there for hundreds of years, all bored and alone. Ton worried about Rocky sometimes. His lovely big heart told him Rocky needed love too.
Everyone needs love.
Taddy sez so.
And that John Lennon fella, he wrote that song that is so cool. All you need is love. Daddy sings that one sometimes, dancing with Taddy.
Songs are very informative too.