The title is pretty self explanatory.
I'm on a day out with friends, today, so this story is going to be pretty short. I hope you still enjoy it!
"Meshrep, you are our cherished legacy,
Like ancient calls of our mothers from homeland.
When our voices become raucous,
You moisten our hearts, like morning dews."
Po and the other twenty-nine masters stared open-mouthed at the red panda sitting in the middle of the winter feast table, singing loudly and plucking a konghou (harp) three times as large as him.
"Meshrep, you are closely linked to our life.
You are a garden where sisters and brothers get together.
When we are in troubles,
You heal our hearts, like mystical medicine."
A large tear trickled down the old master's cheek as he sang.
"What the heck's got into Shifu?" Viper whispered.
"You don't think he's gotten drunk again?" Mantis asked.
"Po, did you slip rice wine in the peach juice again?" Tigress hissed angrily.
"I didn't, I swear!" Po hissed back.
"Meshrep, you live with us.
Meshrep, you laugh with us."
I'll leave it to you to figure out how Shifu got drunk this time.