7 Truffula Seeds

[findatree]

[good morning, Paradisa! If you happen to be on the grounds today, then you should know that this is a thing that is actually happening. Just picture Ted doing all that stuff and you've got the idea. Feel free to wonder what this crazy kid is doing and if he might possibly need mental help]

[so this is an open post via journal or action]

Comments

[findatree]

Really? This place is so strange...

[thehangedrose]

What, do you sing all the time where you come from?

[findatree]

Not all the time, but a lot.

[thehangedrose]

And...you just sing about whatever is on your mind, don't you?

[findatree]

Yeah, pretty much. [why is that a weird thing]

[thehangedrose]

[BECAUSE NOBODY EVER DOES THAT EVER, TED.]

So...like, if you ran out of cereal, you'd sing about that?

[findatree]

I haven't done it yet, but maybe.

[thehangedrose]

...

Doesn't that hurt your throat after a while, though?

[findatree]

No. Should it?

[thehangedrose]

Yes...

[ted what haven't you heard of throat strain]

I mean, where I come from, even singers in musicals have to take breaks! Or else they'll ruin their voices after a while.

[findatree]

It's not like we sing every single minute. What's the big deal? I was just having fun.

[thehangedrose]

Yes, but...even so, you don't want to sing too much, alright? Whenever you feel tired or whatever, just don't feel bad about stopping, okay?

[findatree]

Uh, sure. Okay.

[thehangedrose]

Good!

[HE WORRIES ABOUT PEOPLE don't blame him.]

What's your name, by the way? I'm Garry.

[findatree]

Hi, Garry. My name is Ted Wiggins.

[thehangedrose]

Ted Wiggins! A pleasure to meet you...how long have you been in the castle, Ted?

[findatree]

Since December.