Listen to her tell and sing this story HERE.
p.s. just a reminder to readers, other than Corin, the characters in this story aren't human.
Hook went to the Interstate by a small dying fire. This is about a small dying fire getting caught in the hands of Cook. Hook didn’t know that Cook was coming today, and would get caught in the sound rooms if he blocked Corin (indecipherable phrase).
“That’s a pity,” said Hoon. “We wouldn’t block.” And Hoon covered his arms and folded his wings and tapped his nose on the back.
“Hm-mm! IF YOU HAVE A NOTE BLOCKER, YOU WILL STAMP!” He was caught in bad temper today, and Hoon didn’t know what to say.
Hit just hushed and said, “(Singing)
Hush a bye baby, on a treetop,
If the cradle will fall,
Down will come baby cradle and all.”
Hoott was into Monsieur Dark. Hoon was still looking for Hash, and Hoon was still looking for Huhp. Hoon was still nothing, but there was a hopper thing. He goes around bagging and beggaring for more toys. Hoosh was still pushing and pushing at the few men. Hoon was still tossing along the evil train. Hoon knewed that he was macer(?) but Hoott still known that we can save the day as Hoott.
“Don’t be sad,” said Hoon. “We will here to help you.”
Hook was still looking for Bep and he saw... Hoon got out of the trees. Want to find Hoon. Hoon was looking for a daughter, give Hoon bellatrees(?) because he doesn’t like any bus or bish(?) or one two penny or Hoon.
“(Sings slowly)
One a pet, to feel alone
Oh back to one merry hour...”
Hook sang as he walked to the big black tree alone.
“With no cat I can’t avoid being alone with that I see
If I see no big body, old fat spider spinning in a tree
Oh, and I will die forever
And I couldn’t see what can be”
He walked on and on. As the music sang he lighted his candle, and sang on and on
“Three pennies a day, three pennies a day
I couldn’t be alone if I will die alone
I couldn’t be alone because there couldn’t be a bed
To a bed and unknown to unknown
If you can be near a comband(?)
If you can also be a comband(?)
If you can be a little bit perse(?)
Ah, you can help me
Just one a penny near”
“If,” said Hoon
“Here’s a penny, Hook a penny,
Near a berry base
It sang merrily as it cut
It doesn’t become any more...
If... you can be near a very small tie
If you be dead, if you be dead
If you be no more, no more sang...
I will be along the doorstep
If you see me alone
At last... and you die,
Near a wisdom that you can see
Before, before, before you die”
On the flat ground he moaned and groaned. And the horse was poisoned. And we walked on and on until he (drops to a whisper) found a friends at last.
(To me: There’s no more stories. This is the end. This is the end of stories.)
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