10th Song

[when_is_sunday]

::Pepinot's handwriting couldn't be said to be the best in the world, or even remotely close. Still, the boy was making a valiant effort, taking out his pile of papers and spreading them across the hallway. He lay on his stomach, drawing careful lines: horizontal lines, in pairs of four, all across the way in crayon

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[powerfulbruiser]

Whatcha doing?

[when_is_sunday]

::glances up, giving a smile::

Composing.

[powerfulbruiser]

Composing what? ::Folds arms, expecting a good answer::

[when_is_sunday]

Mmn...

I don't know yet. I think it's going to be a nursery rhyme, when I can get it all down.