a bossa nova sound.
that's a violin + a photo frame in the background, if you were wondering.
the song is "blue mind" from "hana yori dango." which i hate. i mean the drama, not the song, because otherwise i wouldn't be playing it. i messed up like... four times. :')
i also need to tune my piano! because it's really osidmfoisdf to me and gross. sometimes i wish i didn't quit piano so i could have MAD SKILLS and play like... 60984636 times faster than i usually play because i have to stop every so often and go like WHAT IS THIS NOOOOTE.
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Once upon a time, in the middle of the Hundred-Acre Wood lived a young knight named Pooh Bear. Sir Pooh was only recently given his current title, as he was knighted a week ago by His Majesty Christopher Robin. And as soon as Pooh became Sir Pooh, he decided that he was going to be off on a journey. So a week after his "promotion," you might say, he went up to the Royal Court and spoke to the King.
"Your Majesty," said Sir Pooh, bowing, "I was wondering if I could get a squire any time soon. I'm off on a journey to do good things and I wanted a companion."
"Oh," said Christopher Robin, leaning back against his magnificent burnished chair and thought for a very long time. "Well, we haven't got one right now, Sir Pooh. Perhaps if you look nearby Owl's place you can find one."
So with Christopher Robin's wise idea implanted inside Sir Pooh's head, he went to Owl's tree as soon and as fast as he could while sporting heavy tin armour and a clean, new wooden sword made from cherry wood, which was by far heavier than older swords that were made from elm trees. Sir Pooh still wasn't used to this kind of heaviness, but he braved it anyway. It was rude to ask questions.
By the time Sir Pooh got there, he had noticed two things: It was almost completely outside, and there was a small pink pig standing on the edge of the road, looking quite lost. He was wearing light armour-the ones that didn't get in the way of anything like Sir Pooh's did.
"Good day, sir," greeted Sir Pooh warmly, stopping at where the pig was. "My name is Sir Pooh. Are you lost? Can I help you with anything?"
"Yes, actually," said the piglet with an embarrassed tone. "My name is Piglet. Today I was supposed to be looking after Tigger's pet cat, who he obtained from someone else, who got it from another person, but I'm afraid that it climbed up the tree here-" he pointed to the tree next to them "-and now it can't get down!"
"Oh, bother!" said Sir Pooh sympathetically. "Don't worry, Piglet, I can get the kitty down in no time. I'm a knight, after all!" He gave Piglet a reassuring smile, took off his heavy amour and wooden sword, and climbed up the tree, looking for the cat. Only moments later, Sir Pooh came down with the cat safely in his arms, and handed it to him.
"Oh, thank you, Sir Pooh!" cried Piglet happily. "I can't thank you enough!"
"It's my duty," insisted Sir Pooh, "to help the weak, poor, and defenseless! Although you look like you need some help yourself," he added as he saw Piglet's terrible appearance. "What's happened to you?"
Piglet sighed and began to explain to Sir Pooh how his former knight thought he was incompetent, and so the former knight left Piglet behind to fend for himself.
"That's terrible!" said Sir Pooh firmly. "Piglet," he said, "how does the idea of you being my squire sound? We can go on all sorts of adventures together, doing good things to make the world a better place. If we talk to His Majesty the King, Christopher Robin, one of my best friends, I'm sure we can work this out."
Needless to say, Piglet agreed, and that's how their adventures together began.
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written for world lit, oh yeah.
we are going to read "a mid-summer night's dream" and it will be fabulous.
hopefully.