The deck, Saturday afternoon
Pinkie hadn't noticed anything strange going on today. She sang to herself all the time. Even having all the sounds in the bathroom suddenly coordinate with each other in a syncopated beat hadn't been that weird.
So when she went out to hang out on the deck and found a ukulele, she didn't think twice before she picked it up and started strumming.
"I hear babies cry and I watch them grow,
They'll learn much more than we'll know,
And I think to myself: what a wonderful world!
Some day I'll wish upon a star,
Wake up where the clouds are far
behind me!
Where trouble melts like lemon drops,
High above the chimney tops
That's where
you'll find me!"
She paused mid-strum and licked her lips. "Mmmm. Lemon drops!"
[ooc: because Pinkie is a ray of freaking sunshine. Open!]
So when she went out to hang out on the deck and found a ukulele, she didn't think twice before she picked it up and started strumming.
"I hear babies cry and I watch them grow,
They'll learn much more than we'll know,
And I think to myself: what a wonderful world!
Some day I'll wish upon a star,
Wake up where the clouds are far
behind me!
Where trouble melts like lemon drops,
High above the chimney tops
That's where
you'll find me!"
She paused mid-strum and licked her lips. "Mmmm. Lemon drops!"
[ooc: because Pinkie is a ray of freaking sunshine. Open!]