Story 406: The Girl Who Liked to Sing

The Girl Who Liked to Sing
by
Matt Zurbo

 

There once was a girl who liked to sing.

“La, la, la…!”  she would warble.

And; “Do Re Mi…!”

She was often lonely, and found singing helped. The Girl Who Liked to Sing planned to sing for the old folks at Christmas.

But a boy came to her class who liked to fart.

Every time the Girl Who Liked to Sing sang, she was… ahem… interrupted!

BLAT!

It was horrible!

“Do Ray Mi-“ BLAT! Vrrrop! Fart!

As if that wasn’t bad enough, a girl came to class who always sneezed.
A-CHOO! A-CHOO! A-CHOO!

That set off The Girl With Forever Hick-Ups!
HiCk! HiCk! HiCk! HiCk! HiCk!

Which made the Boy Who Plays His Armpits go berserk!
Fwwrart! Fwwrart, fwwrart! Fwwrart…!

“Enough!” said the Girl Who Liked to Sing, and left class in tears.

“What’s wrong?” asked the Teacher Who Cares, as the Girl Who Likes to Sing sat on a rock, singing a sad song to herself.

“I just want to sing,” the girl sobbed.

“So sing,” said the Teacher Who Cares.

“I can’t!” wailed the Girl Who Likes to Sing. “There’s the Boy Who Likes to Fart and the Girl Who Always Sneezes, the Girl Who Forever Hick-Ups and the Boy Who Plays With His Armpits. I can’t be heard!”

“They have their own sounds,” said the Teacher Who Cares. “Are you saying you are the only one allowed to make noise?”

“Oh,” said the Girl Who Likes to Sing. “No.”
Now she was REALLY sad.

“I have an idea,” said the Teacher Who Cares, and whispered in her ear.
“OH!” the girl’s face lit up.

”But you will have to change your singing style,” said the Teacher Who Cares.

The next day, after school, the Girl Who Likes to Sing went to the fish-&-chip shop, where all the kids hung out.

FART! ACHOO! HiCk, hiCk, hiCk! Fwwrart… Fwwrart!
A wall of noise and awful smells greeted her as she entered the place, but she was READY!

“Hey, do you want to form a band?” she said.

“I can’t play an instrument,” said the Boy Who Likes to Fart, while farting, of course!

“Us neither,” the others added.

“But you do already,” the Girl Who Likes to Sing said.

She looked at the Girl With Forever Hick-ups. “Give us a beat,” she said.

And the girl went; HiCk, HiCk, HiCk…

“You can be like the bass,” she said to the Boy Who Plays With His Armpits.

And the boy went; Fwwraaaaaart, fwwrart, fwwrart, soft, then loud, until he had a good rhythm going.

“Keep it up,” said the Girl Who Likes to Sing. Then she nodded to the Girl Who Always Sneezed.

“Aaaaa-Choo-choo-choo!” the girl went, in time. “Aaaa-Choo-choo-choo!”

“Now,” she turned to the Boy Who Liked to Fart. “Guitar solo, please.”

The boy looked shocked, then puzzled, then as happy as any kid on Earth. Someone was ASKING him to fart!?
He let out the best fart guitar solo anyone had every heard.

“What about you?” somebody asked the Girl Who Likes to Sing. Her la, la, las, would NEVER be heard!

The Girl Who Likes to Sing grabbed the orders microphone and said; “I’m gunna rock!”

Then went “WALLA, WALLA, WALLA!” at the top of her lungs,
in time with the Blat, fart!
and the Aaaa-Choo-choo-choo,
and the HiCk, hiCk, hiCk,
and the Fwwraaaaaart, fwwrart, fwwrart!

And everybody on the street laughed and blocked their noses, and winced and danced!

“You have a HIT!” cried the Teacher Who Cares.

The Girl Who Likes to Sing called their band Body Parts! That Christmas they sang for the old people… and EVERYONE else on the block!

And had a ball!

The Girl Who Likes to Sing, and her friends!

 

 

 

The End.