Hi there! I greatly enjoyed this little ditty and fun scene. I
expect most folks would greet this song with stupefied
wonder. Especially since you showed me the source material. ;-)
However, to play a harp, you use your feet to press pedals which
change the tension on each named string (that is, one pedal changes
all the A strings, another changes all the B strings, etc...). They
can raise and lower each string by a half step, which provides all of
the notes of the diatonic scale. So your mockingbird will need to
check the tunings before he plays, and he may want to keep one
taloned foot down by the pedals at the harp's base in case he needs
to make a key change.
That concludes today's music lesson. :-)
May He bless you and keep you in His grace and love,
Charles Matthias
This scene likely happens sometime in May of CR 708.
"Fear of the Fur"
It was a busy Friday night at the Deaf Mule. Keepers of all sorts were
enjoying the fine food offered by Donny and his staff as they shared stories
of the previous week's events.
Dinners and story-telling were brought to a sudden halt when a mockingbird
Keeper hopped into the musician's pit and grasped the harp's frame with his
taloned feet. He flexed his wings and, setting his wingclaws on the
strings, began to pluck forth a tortured, primal melody.
o/~
No flock have I this bird flaps alone
And when I fly under the stars
At night or weaving 'twixt the trees
As the day begins to dim
My hopes for life they grow slim
Eyes that shine leaves rub 'gainst fur
Fear of the fur, fear of the fur
I have a constant fear that cat or dog's
Always near
Fear of the fur, fear of the fur
Shining eyes glistening teeth
Always there
Have you run your talons down the wall
And have you felt your feathers crawl
When you're searching for the torch?
Sometimes when you're scared
To take a look
At the corner of the room
You've sensed a hungry eye's
Watching you
Have you ever been alone at night
Thought you heard pawsteps behind
And turned around and no one's there?
And as you quicken up your pace
You find it hard to look again
Because you're sure sharp teeth're
Waiting there
Sharing the night telling campfire tales
Debating fur 'gainst feather and scale
The unknown troubles on your mind
Maybe your mind is playing tricks
You sense, and suddenly eyes fix
On dancing shadows from behind
Fear of the fur, fear of the fur
I have a constant fear that cat or dog's
Always near
Fear of the fur, fear of the fur
Shining eyes glistening teeth
Always there
When I'm flying under the stars
I am a bird who flaps alone
~\o
When the last note faded away, the avian musician's efforts were greeted
with stunned silence.
- --
I have an old tome. A tome bound of flesh and scribed in blood. It
holds many secrets, secrets for you to reveal.
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