Fraggle Rock fanfic: Everything Seems To Sing

[Redsonga]

Author's Note:
Finally, my next fic is ready to start!
This is the official prequel to my first very first fanfic Song Of A Midnight Place (http://forum.muppetcentral.com/showthread.php?t=36608) and is set about seven years before that story. This story tells the start of how I think Mokey might have finally became a minstrel, and her relationship with Cantus. There will not be as many original songs in this story as in Midnight Place, but for a good reason that actually plays into the plot. Again, this fic is somewhat dark in theme, but keeping fraggles (and other races of the rock) true to themselves, has some light as well :). (This story is told in parts that each start with a line and doodles from Mokey's diary, the words of which I will also be typing for the sight impaired:))

Everything Seems To Sing
By Alicorn (aka Redsonga aka Alicornmoon )

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Prologue
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The normally peaceful front room of the renowned tinker Jerome Crystal's workshop was blissfully noisy for four in the morning.

On any other day this would be more than a bit of an annoyance to his old grey and white sheepdog mutt Sprocket. But today, he happened to be making a good part of the runious as a barking mimic to his human.

"Now, fishing pole..fishing pole? Where did I put that rod? I tell you Sprocky, this is the trouble with never borthing to unpack these last two dozen boxes from the move, can't find a darn...Oh, thank you."

Sprocket wagged his tail from where he sat up, grasping an old fishing pole in his jaws and dropping it gingerly into Doc's hand.

The old man patted his head, adding the pole to the contents of three giant duffle bags that already looked as if they were ready to burst.

Sprocket barked happley going back to hunting for interesting things among the dusty boxes.

"It sure was a surprise wasn't it? That Matt Fraggle fellow saying he wanted you and I, and Ned to accompany him on one of those famous road trips his always writing Gobo about...right around the same time as our annual fishing trip to Michigan to..."

Doc eyed a large menacing looking wench in each hand and then shrugged, packing both.

"Of course, I can understand the need for a last hurrah before retirement. Company makes it easier most of all when you have a family to break the news to when you get home...All things consitered he does seem to think of us as his closest human ..and dog friends...”

Sprocket hummed along in the background picking all sorts of dog toys and adding them to a bag, ending with a stuffed chew toy that looked mysterly like a hand knitted fraggle before Doc noticed his progress.

“Oh no, we can't take all that Sprocket, we have travel light, that's the key you know...Now, did I put that portable generator?"

Sprocket whimpered as his collection was poured back onto the floor, scooping up the fraggle toy in a paw and quickly sandwiching it back into the bags messy contents when his human was looking the other way.

The picture Doc had picked up in that same moment was a framed black and white photograh of a group young faces, some of thir hair laced with flowers, in front of a well loved looking Volkswagen.

“Oh I tell you Sprocky, this is going to be just little the good old days when my college friends and I took to the road..Living on nothing but our van and our dreams..the world seemed so big then...”

He tapped the image of a curly long haired man at the center of the picture holding a pair of scissors with a cheerful gaze.

Sprocket glaced over his shoulder feeling the top of Doc's balding head in shocked horror for a moment, before going back to packing as the old inventor continued to ramble on.

“...That was the summer I gave up a future as a rocket scientist to start my first barber shop...I wanted to do something useful, something real...”

“Row?" Sprocket growled in question, resurfacing from the layers of boxes on the workshop floor wearing a pair of green and pink lensed sunglasses and peace-signing over energetically , while holding Doc's pipe in his teeth.


“Where in the world did you find those old?..Give me that!" Doc grumbled in distaste, cleaning off the stem of his pipe and giving his dog a sidelong glance.

“Oh Sprocket, don't tell me you buy into all those stereotypes..”

“Rarrwo?" Sprocket interjected raising a suspecting bushy eyebrow as he haled up a worn and faded looking box that 's contents clicked and made foreboding other sounds under the covering of an oversized tiedye shirt.

Doc's eyes went wide as he quickly took the box from his dog and whipped it out of sight in one swift movement that was surprisingly agile for a man of his age.

“Alright, I won't say we were angels, but we all really felt like we were a part of something ...headed for adventure...”

Doc's gaze glossed over again as he made a dramatic sweep of his arm toward an invisible horizon that the old sheepdog seemed to follow to, looking, dream like, off into the distance.

“What do you say to making this summer a great adventure Sprocky, just for old times sake?" He said in a pleading tone, leaning down to the dog's level.

Sprocket put a paw to his mouth thoughfully and then barked, nodding and panting as Doc reached to scratch him behind the ears.

“That's my groovy boy!"

[The Count]

Mmm... Quite a grandiose start. Lovin' it all... Don't forget to update please!

[AnimatedC9000]

Right on. *flashes a peace sign*

Like Ed said, this is off to a great start. I can't wait to read more!

~ AnimatedC

[RedPiggy]

LOL ... Doc as a hippie...

[Redsonga]

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Dear Diary,
The songs don't seem to sing in the same way they did once...
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A tuff of light blue hair at the tip of a long lilac tail whipped in a restless semi-circle in the darkness.

The living caves were all but silent in the early morning hours, filled was the peaceful snoring from fraggles of all shapes and sizes.

The distant notes of five more mellow sleeping sounds, all woven together like a melody, could even be heard above the rest, washing over the scene and leaving nothing but a drowsy sense of claim to every carefree mind of fraggledom…

That is, to every mind but Mokey Fraggle's.

She gave another deep sigh, flipping over to lay on her stomach and forcing her eyes closed.

With a grumble the tall fraggle reached with one jerky movement to tuck the blanket around her exposed feet and tail, before pulling the rest over her head like a knitted flower print cocoon.

A weak, concerned growl rose from the pot in the nook of the wall.

Mokey's pet night-blooming yellow-leaved deathwort, Landford, awoken long ago by his owners tossing and turning, now carefully slid his pot to the edge of the shelf.

Giving his bottom warty flytrap like lip a last chew of concentration, the plant drew back tightly on his spring like stem, launching himself at small bed.

Mokey gasped at he sudden weight and shower of leaves on the exposed half of the pillow above her head, but then relaxed just as quickly when an inquisitive hand and eye revealed only the gentle razor teeth lined jaws of her pet.

"Grrgh.." Landford purred, resting his head with a cozy yawn the top of her hair as Mokey began to absentmindedly pet his two main leaves.

"Red?" Mokey whispered out into the cave.

The two ginger pigtails visible above the edge of the worn looking hammock, surrounded by small hills of junk and nicknacks, did not stir.

"Red?"

"Mrgh…wa?" Came the faint, muffled reply.

"What do you think the meaning of life is? Why are we here?"

Mokey asked, her voice oddly clear and focused.

"Sleeep." Red growled in a zombie-ish tone, turning over and tunneling her head under her pillow like furry yellow worm.

Mokey laughed lightly at her friends unbridled enthusiasm.

"No, no, not why we are here, why do we exist at all? What's the point?"

Red's now sightly more awoken voice leaked in a whining wave through the thin fabric of her hammock bottom.

"Moookeey..it's too early for thoughtful..the point 'ill be there in… morning…"

"Say…say you were older and storyteller wrote a song about you..what would you want it to say?" Mokey continued on, seeming to not hear her friends protests.

"Mokey, this doesn't have anything to do with your birthday tomorrow..I mean, today, does it?" Red added with a sigh, still buried under said pillow. "… 'Cause it's too early for quarter-life crisises to you know…"

"Aw come on Red…your song, what would it be?" Mokey erged, breaking into a soft singing tone "Listen well all fraggle kind to the tale of Red…"

"Who had enough of her crazy friend and went back to bed! Happy birthday!" Red finished, curling up into an inpenetratable ball under her radish patched quilt.

"Say, that's pretty good!..At least it does rhyme…Why if you put a few more metaphors and some meter..to…" Mokey stopped mid-thought, finally noticing her friends unconsciousness.

"Goodnight..." She whispered, softly slipping out of bed so as not to awaken Landford and following her restless feet out into the early morning stillness.

[armslength]

Excellent - I've said it before, but it bears repeating - where I don't usually care for fan fiction, yours so perfectly captures the tone of an actual script I could see being taped...and I can SO hear Karen Prell's flawlessly hilarious line reading of her finishing Mokey's song!

[The Count]

*LOL. Well, maybe a bit quieter so Red can sleep. The wonderful thing about this installment is... It reminds me of what a Bert and Ernie sketch would be like in Fraggledom, if the roles were reversed, Bert the inquisitive one and Ernie the boisterous ball of energy wanting to get his friend to let him sleep.

Thanks, please post more.

[RedPiggy]

Red's part of the song was so classic. This is so spot on.

[wwfpooh]

That opening with Doc and Sprocket--along with Jerome's flashback to earlier times--oozes excitement. And I bet Uncle Matt would love to come on Doc & Sprocket's adventure, considering every day the world begins again [whether] sunny skies or rain...[and] every sunrise shows (him) more and more [which means] so much to explore... (http://www.gosdin.net/rebound/fraggle/i%20will%20follow%20me.mp3) And as was said, the interaction between Red & Mokey--in Ernie & Bert fashion--was classically priceless!

[Redsonga]

Pooh! You're back, yay! *hugs stuffing out of Pooh* :D
In my mind Uncle Matt and Doc are a natural buddy pair for some reason, they just fit...maybe it is because to me, in fraggle years vs. human years, they are about in the same age group...

I'm glad everyone likes the story so far, it has been buzzing in my head for a while :)

[Redsonga]

The grass-lined valley surrounding the Grogs garden was draped in all the finery of a wild wheat field in mid-June.

The tall grass whipped in a slight breeze to the background melody from sleepy grasshoppers in the unsure hour between the night and the coming morning.

Though this scene, with only the golden grass and white downy heads of thistles, turned a bluest tint in the moonlight, as a guide , Mokey walked slowly to her favorite place in the world.

As she walked, feeling the cool dew brush against her bare feet, her progress awoke what looked like grumpy ladybugs.

Annoyed at the fraggles lack of noticing them, the group of bugs began to follow, thumping their tiny bodies against the ground to fill in the beats between the grasshoppers chirping.

Mokey fingered the soda tab on her necklace thoughtfully, watching its silver gilt catch the dim light as she began to sing softly.

Sometimes I'm alone, sitting on my very own
Trying to find a simple kind of clue

She spun slowly around in a circle , upsetting the ladybugs, who scattered to not be stepped on.

And I would like to know, why the world moves me so
When it's only doing the things it will always do?

Moths took flight in the background, dotting the sky line like tiny white winged shadows among the fainting stars.

Why do caterpillars crawl?
Why is there a sky?
Why is there a world at all?
And why do I ask why?

Mokey looked down sadly as one of the moths landed on her shoulder, tilting it's head as if listening carefully.

Here I go again, why do questions never end?
What keeps calling all day long to me?

She glanced to the side and smiled slightly, singing as the moth flexed it wings in the crisp air.

Secrets come and go, I know I can't be the only one...

The moth flew off again, leaving the lone fraggle to sit down alone in a mossy sheltered spot.

Sometimes magic, sometimes only me...

Mokey slowly raised her arm up toward the sky, now starting to become edged with the orange glow of morning.

Why do caterpillars crawl?

She carefully rimmed the distant image of still bright crescent moon with her fingers...

Why is there a sky?
Why is there a world at all?

..and let her hand fall back to her lap with a sigh, bowing her head and closing her eyes in frustration.

And why... do I ask... why?

[The Count]

Aw... That scene was purely beautiful. Helps I'm reading at around the time you meant for this to take place... Please, post more.

[wwfpooh]

This was beautiful. As I said before, your inner Mokey would be proud. On top of that, I am sure the father of all Muppetdom--Jim Henson himself--would be proud to know that fans still have care, faith, and adoration for his creations (i.e. his "children" as it were, because his real kids have continued the Henson legacy). As the King of Country--George Strait, that is--once sang, this love is a love without end...amen (http://www.geocities.com/pianoladynancy_wavs132/GeorgeStrait_LoveWithoutEndAmen.wav).

[Redsonga]

"If you ask me, it sounds like you've got yourself a nasty case of The Whys there, young fraggle."

A heavy accented old lay's voice chimed in, to the background chorus of tin cans and rotten ten week old rutabagas rising from the surrounding earth.

Mokey turned sharply from the perch of her favorite place, that overlooked to one side the back of the fraggles famed oracles home. Two glay and pink mole rats still lay in their hammock beds between the two, dead to the world despite the noise around them.


"Madam Trash Heap! Oh, I'm sorry if my singing woke you.." Mokey said, her voice high and apologetic as she picked a dandelion.

"…A lot of good it did anyway..Oh, even my question song isn't helping today…"

Mokey blew on the white ball of fluff, sighing with a deamy gaze as most of the seeds remained stubbornly in place.

"Oh no no, I was awake already. Advice is a twenty four hour thing you know." The Trash Heap said, wagging a finger. "You'd be surprised how much night business I get…

She raised her lensless glasses on their stick up to her eyes in the light of the sunrise to the east.

The golden cheery tint bathed both the giant heap and the twenty-two inch tall fraggle above it on the hillside, as the the bird calls and sleepy gorg yelling began to tell of an everyday morning.

"Now, as I was saying, it sounds like you have a bad case of The Whys."

"Is..is there a cure?" Mokey asked, scooting forward to sit on the edge of her spot.

"Of course there's a cure," The trash heap said with a huff." Would I still be gabbing away to you if there wasn't?"

"Well…" Mokey began, quickly biting her tougue as if to keep her thought at that moment from escaping.

"The cure for the whys is the simplest thing in the world:"

Marjory began, again getting out her patented wagging finger (Which happened today to be a piece of old cheese).

"You gotta' take a bite out of the big apple."

"Pardon?" The fraggle tilted her wild haired head, not seeing anything that remotely looked like an edible apple around the Trash Heap.

"Do! My little fraggle, do! You've been stepping back so much you're sittin' on the frame of the big picture!"

"But last time I did something like that, it did'nt…" Mokey ended, her energy for words seeming to die halfway though.

"Then try again, find what works for you, don't just give up..."

The oracle rattled her contents, raising up on her magical base with a sound that seemed like it would wake up all creatures within a mile, but hardly brothered the nearby Philo and Gunge.

"...See new sights, meet new people: Find a new road and hit it good, honey!"

"Hmmm..Okay!" Mokey concluded at the infectious peppy tone of the wisdom giver.

"Well, I'm really going to have to think about this though…" She added beginning to walk away back to the rock, and then suddenly turning to look back as if a thought had just hit.

"You know, Madam Heap..why is it none of my friends ever stop to just talk sometimes, like we do?"

"Well, not many creatures really get their kicks chatting with an oracle, you know…"

"But why?" Mokey asked.


"Because it tends to make an advice giver more real to their eyes …." The heap added with a nod.

"But why would that make any diffan…?"

"If we are real, it means we can make mistakes just like you." The heap cut in, glancing over her glasses.

"Oh, that's silly Madam Heap," Mokey replied with a light laugh.

"Why, I know you're not perfect, I think of you as just a normal person …"

"Oh you do, do you?" Marjory said with a suddenly more piercing glance. "Then how is it after all these years you're still calling me "Madam Heap" when you know what my real name as well as Philo and Gungey?"

"I'm…I'm not sure…" Mokey clamored in embarrassment, suddenly very interested in the ground.

The Trash Heap broke the serious moment with a belly laugh that make the bottlecaps on her necklace clink.

"Oh that does'nt matter, listen to me rattling on, I can see just fine why more fraggles don't stop to really chat."

"T..thank you for your words Madam Heap." Mokey said, dipping her head a little as she turned to resume her track home.

"Don't mention it little fraggle, and rememer: Do!"

The trash heap shouted over the groggy background grumbling that just now could be heard starting of one rattly demand for banana asparagus pancakes...

[The Count]

*Hugs Mokey. Seems like she needs one. *Hugs Songa as well. More please.

[Redsonga]

Thank you! *hugs* And that so much everyone that has reviewed so far, it means so much to me to know you like it. Even if I noticed some mistakes again *lol*. Aw well, I always fix them all when I post them everywhere else but..silly dyslexia and getting all my writing done at midnight :P...
But I wanted to get this first part done today and I did so yay! :3

[Pork]

Awww, I can't believe I didn't notice this earlier (thanks for your PM). It's such a joy to read. I love docs hippie past! it suits him. And The way you've got across to us just EXACTLY how Mokey feels is so well done. I'm looking forward to the next chapter :D ((hugs))

[Redsonga]

Awww, I can't believe I didn't notice this earlier (thanks for your PM). It's such a joy to read. I love docs hippie past! it suits him. And The way you've got across to us just EXACTLY how Mokey feels is so well done. I'm looking forward to the next chapter :D ((hugs))

Thank you :)! I think it suits him to..I always like a feeling of history...A new chapter should be ready by tomorrow:).

[Redsonga]

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Dear Diary,
I should have known from that moment something was wrong...
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"What's the matter, Mokey? Aren't you hungary?" Boober asked softly.

What had once been white and red swirled cake with green frosting and rainbow sprinkles had now become something closer to green pudding under the restless attack from her fork for the last half hour.

The cave that the five friends where now in was abuzz with activity from far more than the birthday party in one corner.

Moss Melon cavern, filled on every wall with the climbing vines of the magical melon that was only ripe once every hundred years, was now in it's center having wood for a bonfire slowly placed. The minstrels looked on to one side, softly playing a tune that made even the work part of the Midsummer Festival seem like play.

"Is there something wrong with your cake?" Boober looked down at the offending cake piece as if it had deeply betrayed him. "I made it especially ...but if you don't like it I could always…"

Red suddenly skipped around their stone table, her mouth covered with white and red crumbs and one hand full of another sizable piece of cake, while the other hand carried many pieces of wood for the bonfire as she made three trips back and forth in the blink of an eye, talking at a mile a minute.

"How could anyone not like radish bar cake? It's as good swimming,..no better even! I'd lifemate it just to eat it again and again…!"

"Me to!" Wembley agreed, munching happly to the side of where Gobo sat, looking a bit sad at his lack of dessert.

"No..no, the cake is just wonderful Boober…" Mokey gave him a little reassuring hug as the small green fraggle sat in his usual spot to her left, rubbing a free edge of her sweater.

"…It's just, I've been thinking…Gobo, maybe you know.."

Gobo turned his attention quickly from where he had just been about to take his chances with a tiny bit of radish bar icing on a spoon.

"Have you ever felt like there was something you had to right away, something important, but you didn't know what?"

"Why sure, lots of times.." Gobo replied, nobbing his pink haired head, which today happened to be wearing a red yellow and green striped beanie from his hat collection.

"The first time though was when I first decided to be an explorer…"

"Gosh, do you want to be an explorer Mokey? Do ya? " Wembley asked, sitting down with a burst of energy on Mokey's lap, his voiced edged with the first signs of his own sugar rush.

Mokey laughed at his face, which was now not only his normal light green but dark forest green from the frosting around his mouth, making the young fraggle look like a green clown.

"Well..I don't know…Oh Wembley, Wembley, what a mess you are!"

"Is exploring better than radish cake with sprinkles Gobo?" Wembley asked as his his face was being assaulted by the clean corner of one of Mokey's many watercoloring rags.

"Of course it's better than radish bar cake, I'm allergic remember?" Gobo retorted with a sad sigh, finally thinking the better of it and being down the frosting spoon.

"At least you've got things better than Marlon." Red interjected as she paused momently from zipping everywhere "He can't have sugar at all. I think that's how his eye got all swinty... it just isn't normal…"

"Don't be silly everyone, Mokey's not the sort to just fling herself headlong without thinking into something as dangerous as exploring!"

Boober declared, bumping Wembley to the side and giving Mokey an unseen look of complete confidence before returning to his ranting tone.

"…Mokey is an intellectual rock dweller like me! What she needs something safe, something constructive, something that supports…"

"Ideals…" Mokey mumbled, picking at her cake again.

"Right!" Boober agreed.

"Spiritually…" Mokey added, giving her cake a hard stab.

"You tell 'em Mokey!"

"Drastic action!" Mokey finished dramatically, standing up in one sharp moment of insight that sent both her cake plate and Boober tumbling to the cave floor.

"Righ..Um, couldn't we just start at acquiescent action and work our way up?" Boober asked in a small, muffled voice from where he had landed squarely on his nose.

[The Count]

Well... Guess that's why Gobo was never a suspect in the Great Radish Bar Caper. *Laughs a little at how the chapter ends with Boober falling off of Mokey's side. Poor Fraggles. Please, post more so we know what'll become of them.

[Redsonga]

Well... Guess that's why Gobo was never a suspect in the Great Radish Bar Caper. *Laughs a little at how the chapter ends with Boober falling off of Mokey's side. Poor Fraggles. Please, post more so we know what'll become of them.

In that episode Red even talks about Gobo being allergic, so it's a fact ;)! Oh, and this is not a full chapter/part, just about a half of one:)..
Just to remind everyone, if you click on the link of the first line of ~'s you can see the line in it's true doodle form. I am proud of this one :excited:!

[The Count]

Sorry... Guess that's because we treat each update post containing a new installment furthering the story along as a "chapter". Well, at any rate, post more soon please.

[wwfpooh]

Agreed. As The Count said, we would like to have more please. And again, the peice written is just wonderful!

[Redsonga]

Thank you! :) I will! :)
Sorry... Guess that's because we treat each update post containing a new installment furthering the story along as a "chapter". Well, at any rate, post more soon please.

I'm that way when I post fanfic everywhere else..but here I've gotten into the habit of posting as soon as I edit a part..I know it's sort of a bad habit, but I can't help it :excited:...

[wwfpooh]

Bad habits or not, this peice of work--like your others--is a peice of writing genius.

[RedPiggy]

I feel Mokey right about now. I'll be interested to see how this progresses. LOVED Red's comment about Marlon.

[Pork]

Mmm, that raddish bar cake sounds good. I love how you write, I always get a really vivid picture in my head of everything that's going on.

[Redsonga]

It's so simple Boober!" Mokey said cheerfully helping him up. "All I need is a cause, something real. But what?"

"What about being a minstrel?" Wembley said, his voice wavering a bit at the weight of the whole group looking at him. "Don't they have all those things? At least, maybe they do?"

"Oh, no no, I couldn't.. you remember what Cantus said last time.."

Mokey spoke at a near whisper, casually glancing to where the minstrels were already starting to gather a crowd of nearly all the fraggles in the lower rock.

"…I'm not good enough…"

Her friends did not seem to notice when her own gaze caught the edge of the minstrel leaders' own and she looked downward quickly.

"Well… we're real, you know." Gobo added, gently patting her arm.

"And since we're real," Red began halfway dragging Mokey by the hand back toward the group, where she quickly jumped on the tabletop .

"…I've got something really real as a birthday gift. I know your annual poetry reading isn't until tonight but: I wrote a poem!"

"Oh, how nice of you Red!" Mokey said in surprise.

"You wrote a poem?" Gobo asked with a grin.

"You can write?" Boober added in complete shock.

"Of course I can write, I'm not stupid you know." Red retorted, sifting her weight and scratching the back of her ankle with a toe. "Ah hem, it's called" My friend Mokey"

Mokey, Gobo, and Wembley leaded in intently to listen as Boober sneaked around the other side, reading over Red's shoulder.

"Every day a half past three, It's my friend Mokey and me.

Though she's not that good with sports, she can grow flowers, tall and shorts.

And at lunchtime when the sun is high, she likes to paint pictures of the sky…"

"You can't use shorts that way you know…" Boober butted in, jabbing a finger at the paper.

"Quiet you…" Red whispered, whipping the paper the other direction only to find Boober there to, this time armed with a bottle of ink and a quill pen he had produced from under his hat.

"…and you misspelled three..and though…and this and this and a comma splice here…"

Boober continued, his writing hand moving steadily over the span of the scroll Red was holding.

In the end of this onslaught Red stood in shock, holding her poem which was now dripping with red ink.

"You..you killed..it…"

She whimpered softly her voice ending with a high crack as she hid her suddenly wet looking eyes from view, jumping of the table and running off into the living caves like a shot.

"Boober!" His three remaining friends chorused with a glare.

"What?" Boober asked, shirking from view. "I was just giving some constructive criticism.."

He sighed, the glares showing no sign of getting weaker.

"All right, all right, I'll say I'm sorry…" Boober grumbled, kicking a stone as he followed Red's taken path.

[RedPiggy]

LOL ...

Now, I just woke up this morning with a strange thought ... WHY is Gobo allergic to radish bars? He can eat radishes. He can eat Doozer sticks. So, there must be some other ingredient he is ACTUALLY allergic to ...

...

this is what happens when I wake up. :D

[Redsonga]

LOL ...

Now, I just woke up this morning with a strange thought ... WHY is Gobo allergic to radish bars? He can eat radishes. He can eat Doozer sticks. So, there must be some other ingredient he is ACTUALLY allergic to ...

...

this is what happens when I wake up. :D

My two cents is I always thought radish bars tasted like peppermint and he might be allergic to that...it's not canon, but his allergy to them is, so that is what I think...

[The Count]

*Self-conscious laugh at Boober's actions towards Red's poem. More please.

[Pork]

Hahahahaha, poor Red, Boober just couldn't help it could he.

[Redsonga]

Hahahahaha, poor Red, Boober just couldn't help it could he.

But he means well *pats Boober*
I should have the end of this chapter finished sometime today..it's not that long :).

[wwfpooh]

Poor Red. To have her poem destroyed by mere constructive criticism! Poor Boober too, as he was just trying to help make the poem more constructively appealing.

[Redsonga]

Poor Red. To have her poem destroyed by mere constructive criticism! Poor Boober too, as he was just trying to help make the poem more constructively appealing.

Well, poems most of all come from peoples hearts, and we all hold our writing dear so it cuts that much more deeply :(...For Red, I think her dislike of Uncle Matt's postcards comes from some troubles with writing, where as, Boober loves words .. I can't say here, but it will be shown why in Black Snow ;). *pets background story*

[wwfpooh]

Well, poems most of all come from peoples hearts, and we all hold our writing dear so it cuts that much more deeply :(...Understandable. ^_^ For Red, I think her dislike of Uncle Matt's postcards comes from some troubles with writing,Perhaps Gobo & Mokey could help her with that. XD

[Redsonga]

Understandable. ^_^ Perhaps Gobo & Mokey could help her with that. XD

Maybe *lol* :)...in my version of FR fraggles only go to a 'real' school for a year of their lifes, since it is too much like work, and many fraggles don't use writing much:coy:...

[RedPiggy]

Maybe *lol* :)...in my version of FR fraggles only go to a 'real' school for a year of their lifes, since it is too much like work, and many fraggles don't use writing much:coy:...
That makes sense. Writing's not really necessary for swimming and such. I noticed in Marooned that Doozer signs tend to be pictographic. Also, it sorta looks like "school" translates more to casual tutoring/apprenticeship. Wanna learn laundry? Go to a brief workshop by Boober, etc.

[wwfpooh]

and many fraggles don't use writing much:coy:...Unless one is Mokey or Cantus, although Gobo & Matt have been known to write (in regards to their explorations).Wanna learn laundry? Go to a brief workshop by Boober.LOL!

[Redsonga]

Unless one is Mokey or Cantus, although Gobo & Matt have been known to write (in regards to their explorations).LOL!

I think..well I won't say about Mokey or Cantus but for Gobo and Uncle Matt I think that is part of why they are unofficial leaders ;).

That makes sense. Writing's not really necessary for swimming and such. I noticed in Marooned that Doozer signs tend to be pictographic. Also, it sorta looks like "school" translates more to casual tutoring/apprenticeship. Wanna learn laundry? Go to a brief workshop by Boober, etc.

I love the old systems for things :3! I eat them with a spoon:excited:!...That is one reason why I love learning about older cultures around the world and...*rambles* *puts a piece of duct tape over her mouth and goes back to writing*

[wwfpooh]

That is one reason why I love learning about older cultures around the world and...*rambles* *puts a piece of duct tape over her mouth and goes back to writing**hears inside his head the voice of Jim Ross over-reacting whenever a face is assaulted--especially Steve Austin--during The Attitude Era*

Seriously, there's no need to ducktape yourself. Hearing--or rather, reading--what you have to say is interesting, especially considering learning is fun to an extent!

[Redsonga]

"Gosh, you're so lucky to be getting all these gifts and things to pass on Mokey…"

Wembley said, polishing the mask made of slopply glued together doozer sticks he had given Mokey earler to make the crystallite pieces catch the glow of the just starting bonfire.

"Yeah, being born on Midsummer Day I'm surprised you don't just have a lifetime supply of wishstones."

Gobo added, tossing what looked like a small red bead up and catching it with a thoughtful look.

"I think I'll ask the fire for good luck for Uncle Matt this year…"

"Well, I almost have one for each year…"

Mokey nodded, looking down at the the many beads that made up most of her necklace, her voice taking on an oddly formal tone.

"Mother was not much for birthday parties.."

"No way Mokey, your mom didn't like parties? "

Gobo said, nearly choking on the rhubarb juice he had started to drink.

"Why did'nt you tell us? We could have given you twice as many!"

"You never asked… Mother did'nt like many things.."

Mokey said, looking toward the crowd around the central fire again as the notes of the well known magic pipe began the grow.

"…she hated daydreaming most of all you know…"

"No, we don't know!" Wembley said, eyes a bit wider than usual as he tried to tuck the remaining piece of the cake into his banana tree shirt without anyone noticing.

"You sure we're talking about your mom Mokey?" Gobo asked with a laugh.

"Oh yes, but of course…" Mokey said in the same odd tone with her own laugh.

"On the other hand," Gobo said, looking hard at his wishstone. "I do remember you saying once your family was well-to-do…"

"What's 'well to do' Gobo?" Wembley asked, taking his own yellow stone out of his shirt to make more room for forgotten cake.

"It's what fraggles become who don't like to pass it on." Gobo explained in a serious whisper.

"Fraggles that don't like to pass it on? You're pulling my tail!" Wembley relped in shock.

"Really! And they sit around with all their stuff…"

Gobo said, sitting back and putting his feet up on the table with such an over the top sophisticated bored expression Mokey could not help but giggle.

"… saying "Well, what's to do today eh?"


" 'Well, what's to do?' That doesn't sound very fun.."

Wembley quickly looked over at Mokey, his eyes cast a bit downward as he fidgeted in place.

"At least, I've never tried it Mokey, so I don't really know…"

[RedPiggy]

LOL!
God, I just realized I made a LAUNDRY pun. Maybe there's more of Boober in me than I realized... ;)

Anyway, while Gobo was explaining "well-to-do", I'm surprised no one shot a glance at Boober or something, considering he's a very bad hoarder.

Okay, this is a prequel. I guess they haven't discovered (I refuse to repeat his corny label for it).

[wwfpooh]

Wow. So Fraggles have their rich and weathly too. Another connection between them and we Silly Creatures. XD

Anyway, more please! ^_^

[Redsonga]

God, I just realized I made a LAUNDRY pun. Maybe there's more of Boober in me than I realized... ;)

Anyway, while Gobo was explaining "well-to-do", I'm surprised no one shot a glance at Boober or something, considering he's a very bad hoarder.

Okay, this is a prequel. I guess they haven't discovered (I refuse to repeat his corny label for it).

Boober's off with Red at the moment so he's not there to glare at :coy: *lol* Corny label? Which label do you mean? This story is set after the series...About two years after :3
Wow. So Fraggles have their rich and weathly too. Another connection between them and we Silly Creatures. XD

Anyway, more please! ^_^

Very connected..very. *duct tapes mouth again* :3

[wwfpooh]

Very connected..very. *duct tapes mouth again* :3*un-duck tapes mouth* What did I say about that? XD

[Redsonga]

*un-duck tapes mouth* What did I say about that? XD

"Please duct tape your mouth, it's for the greater good?" *lol*:coy:

[wwfpooh]

"Please duct tape your mouth, it's for the greater good?" *lol*:coy:No. :smirk: But, if you must, do as you wish, for your judgement I trust. XD

[Redsonga]

"It's not fun Wembley, trust me…" Mokey said with a laugh.

"Let the Midsummer Day wishes be made to fire!" Came the even spoken announcement of Cantus to the crowd of fraggles around the central fire, who cheered and whistled before quickly claiming down as Gobo joined them.

In the background the song of Midsummer Day began as the fraggles of the lower rock joined hands around the blazing bonfire.

The notes of melody were shared with Mokey's own song as the two weaved together, the summer song providing a steady beat to the more lighthearted 2nd song:


Fire, fire…


Mokey grabbed Wembley's hand with a well bred air, her voice a very practiced heavy impersonation of her mother.

If you want to be a lady of quality, here's what I know to do:


Fire, fire…


Mokey dipped down, curtsying deeply.


Don't dilly and dally and daydream,


Burning bright!


Wembley bowed in reply, but went too low and fell down, semi-gracefully, on his nose.


Least others think less of you!


Bring us tomorrow with your light!


Mokey placed an invisible violin under her chin, taking out an imaginary bow and air playing the notes of the song, whispering the words "five years of lessons" to the small green fraggle.

If you want to make us proud,


Dream, hope...

Wembley tried to join in, playing what looked like an imaginary tuba and hitting a pretend sour note that made so nearby cave creatures wince and glare.

Keep both feet upon the ground!


...and promise we...


Mokey, grabbed Wembley's hand again, leading him over toward the cerebration with a well practiced graceful walk and her nose in the air.


Because a fraggle's not all the fraggle they can be, unless


Wembley mimicked her exactly, but had his nose so far in the air that he lost track of his feet and nearly fell down again, this time saved by Mokey's arm.


..they are soaking their toes in reality!


All this time the circle around the fire had reformed itself into a line and the fraggles were now taking turns jumping over it, tossing their wishstone into it halfway over.


Jump across the flames to see


Gobo's turn came and he backed up quickly, shutting his eyes and taking such a high spirited leap over the fire that many fraggles ooed and clapped.

Mokey's voice was small and thoughtful and back to her own voice as she sang the ending of her song, now only to herself, watching the flames lick an unlucky fraggle tail or two.


Be sweet, be gentle Mokey dear, be anything you please,


Fire fire that you hear our sound!


Mokey looked down at her wishstone, tighting her grip upon it slowly.


But don't let your mind wander to play all day, in imaginary trees...


She backed up a few steps as her turn finally came and…


The midsummer song of sky and ground...


"Mokey, Mokey!" The never failing to get attention sound of Red's voice in an emergency stopped both Mokey's focus on jumping, and the words of the summer song.

"Excuse me." Mokey said sheepishly, following her friend away from the group as Gobo and Wembley came to. "What's is it Red? What's wrong?"

"It's Lanford!" Red yelled. "I..well, I went back to our cave feeling bad and Boober came in to say sorry and..I found him still on your.. pillow."

She ended her exclamation with a tearful tone, parting the way for Boober, who was groaning under the venus flytrap like plants' pot.

"He may be heavy…but..he doesn't look very..good." He whispered.

Mokey gasped, rushing to the shadowed pot atop Boober's head, her eyes wide with disbelief.

"…Lanford..no…"

[RedPiggy]

Whew... poor Lanford...

[wwfpooh]

Poor Red for feeling bad, but poor Landford for feeling worse.

[Redsonga]

Whew... poor Lanford...
Poor Red for feeling bad, but poor Landford for feeling worse.
Don't worry that will be my last simultaneous song for quite a while..musicals make it look easier to do than it is *lol* :excited:.
And poor poor Lanford:cry:...

[Pork]

I can see how simultaneous songs would be difficult, you did a great job. :)

[Redsonga]

I can see how simultaneous songs would be difficult, you did a great job. :)

Thank you :)! I was beginning to wonder if they worked because I saw a few people writing my story and then running away without comment like it was infested with fleas or something *lol*. It's flea season for my kitties and it's nice to know my story has not caught them:coy:

[wwfpooh]

Don't worry. Your stories are great and certainly are not flea-infested. XD

[Redsonga]

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (http://pics.livejournal.com/alicornmoon/pic/0003q33d)
Dear Diary,
He looked at me, but I was not sure if he truly saw...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Another black leaf fell.

The now nearly deserted cave was filled with five anxious sets of eyes all fixed upon a large pot.

The plant within it, a normally lively venus flytrap like creature with large puffed jaws was anything but his normal self.

Lanford's usually light green color with forest green wart-like markings was now a dark chestnut brown, with spots an odd shade of wine purple, and his mouth flat and withered slightly inward.

As the fraggles around this strange pet watched, one of which now holding a bowl up to his bottom jaw, another of the flytraps' blacking lesser leafs joined the many others that littered the rocky floor.

"Oh…he always eats his peat moss…" Mokey sighed, finally putting the brimming bowl next to where she was kneeling.

"Lanford..I know we haven't always been friends but…” Red edged closer, offering the plant one of her ponytails with a decided gulp.

“...if you get better, I..I promise I won't throw my swimming fins at you at night when you try to chew on my hair…”

Lanford seemed to consider this for only a moment before slowly turning his beak downward with the sighing sound of shallow breathing.

“Aw, but he always growls when I even mention head chewing.." Red grumbled.

Boober meanwhile was elbow deep in a large book that smelled of old paper and earthworms, on the floor before him. Wembley seemed to be trying to read it to, without much success.

"Oh, I wish I'd kept up on my plant pathology studies..What if whatever Lanford has mutates and starts effecting fraggles?"

He licked the edge of his finger with vigor and turned another page.

“We could be all brown and spotty with our arms all atrophied and falling off in who knows how much much time…"

"Time…what year is it?" Mokey asked in a suddenly nervous tone.

"What year is it?" Gobo laughed. “That's a silly question, no fraggle in their right mind still keeps track of the year names, when we have the seasons to…"

"It's June 24th of the eighty-ninth Weeba." Boober spoke up suddenly almost before Gobo had finished speaking.

" Eighty nine...sixty eight…oh no.." Mokey's eyes grew wide after her somewhat slow calculations on her fingers and then toes came to an end.

"'Oh no' what?" Gobo asked.

"Never ask what after an 'oh no' Gobo;" Boober butted in again, patting him on the shoulder wisely. “...it's never good…"

"I..got Lanford as a gift for my 9th birthday..that was twenty-one years ago…" Mokey said in a far away tone, her eyes still wide.

"So? Why does that matter?" Red asked, resisting the urge to poke the poor plant in hopes of any sort of response.

"Lanford's kind, the Night-Bloomers…they have to be put in a special soil...”

She carefully picked up a handful of the soil in Lanford's pot and watched as it fell slowly, her last words weak.

“..within two months of becoming twenty-one years old..if they don't.. they die…"

"Well, that's no problem Mokey, there's lots of soil around the rock...” Gobo said, zipping up beside her.

“... and the gorg's garden and…" Red began, suddenly at the other side.

Mokey shook her head drying her eyes, only to have them fill a moment later.

"No, it can't be just any soil..it has to be the soil were he was first planted in to have the right nutrients..everyone…I, I have to go back to Lanford's planting place..soon, very soon..starting tomorrow if I can..I have to make this right…"

"We'll go with you!" Gobo exclaimed.

"Yeah, you never know when a best friend or two will come in handy, it'll be fun!" Red agreed.

"Me three!" Wembley shouted with a hop.

"I'll come." Came a flat but certain voice.

Everyone but Mokey turned toward the small form of Boober in shocked surprise.

Where Mokey would have normally laughed at her friends more than eager energy there was nothing but a serious pause.

"Oh…everyone..it's too far..even for you Gobo... it's so far from lower rock that you could get lost forever if you aren't use to traveling there.." Mokey said quietly.

"There's more of the rock than here?" Wembley asked.

Boober let out a dry laugh from where he now sat next to Mokey in his usual spot, getting several of the good luck knots he always had in his tail untied absentmindedly in their normal distressing ritual .

"Don't you know anything Wembley? The rock runs under most of the land of silly creatures, remember Northern Rock?"

"Oh yeah, sorry Boober, I forgot…I forget sad things easy I guess..." Wembley sighed.

Mokey worked steadily on a nasty knot in Boober's tail, looking almost afraid to look her friends in the eye as weighted words finally found their way out.

"My clan… we were always drifters when I was little going days without food, water..I don't want to have another friend hurt because of me…”

None of the others seemed to notice when she gave Boober's tail a slight squeeze.

"Besides, don't worry..if I'm going to be able to go.. I can't go alone..it's too dangerous..I need someone experienced, someone like…"

"Uncle Matt?" Gobo said, pulling the newest postcard he had gotten from under his hat in a well practiced swoop. “But he's all the way on the other side of the silly creature world right now I bet…"

"No, no..even better…I only hope…" Mokey's voice trailed off to an uncertain whisper.

[The Count]

Wow... This is very much thrilling and tense. Please, post more soonish!

[RedPiggy]

I hope Lanford ends up okay ... killing off characters can be so sad. ;)

[Redsonga]

I hope Lanford ends up okay ... killing off characters can be so sad. ;)

Now if I told that it would telling :coy:...

[Pork]

You better not kill Lanford *evil glare*!
Or else...I'll...send Tosh's Beast after you!
And show a poison Cackler your picture!
(without it seeing me of course)

Um but yeah, poor Lanford, I hope he's ok. And poor Mokey, how could she forget, tsk tsk. She would feel so bad.

Great writing again. Just loving it:D

[wwfpooh]

You had better not kill off Landford or the Invisible Garboyle just might have a way to escape its confines deep within The Rock, if you catch the drift. XD

But in all seriousness now, one can only hope things turn out well. ^_^

[Redsonga]

You better not kill Lanford *evil glare*!
Or else...I'll...send Tosh's Beast after you!
And show a poison Cackler your picture!
(without it seeing me of course)

Um but yeah, poor Lanford, I hope he's ok. And poor Mokey, how could she forget, tsk tsk. She would feel so bad.

Great writing again. Just loving it

You had better not kill off Landford or the Invisible Garboyle just might have a way to escape its confines deep within The Rock, if you catch the drift. XD

But in all seriousness now, one can only hope things turn out well. ^_^
Like I said I can't tell ;) Even the part about Lanford in Midnight Place does not actually give it away ;).

[wwfpooh]

Even though Midnight Place is the sequel to this peice. :smirk:

[Redsonga]

Even though Midnight Place is the sequel to this peice. :smirk:

Ah huh :), I never realized how careful I really was about that but it has no spoilers really:excited:

[wwfpooh]

Nope. And both are excellent peices of work.

[Redsonga]

Thank you :). I put my heart into them for what it is worth :3. And in this one, my doodles to ;)

[wwfpooh]

Thank you :). I put my heart into them for what it is worth :3.And it shows. :smirk:

[Pork]

And it shows. :smirk:

Agreed :excited:

[wwfpooh]

So, due keep up the excellent work. XD

[Redsonga]

I will, I don't know if it is excellent but..the 2nd half of chapter 3 should be ready in a couple days :).

[Pork]

YAH! *dances cares away*

[wwfpooh]

We'll wait for the installment, Becky.

[Redsonga]

She couldn't read his eyes.

Somehow, this very small detail had left Mokey nearly unable to speak full thoughts.

For the last ten minutes the fraggle known for being the most expressive of all of her friends looked nearly frozen, carrying on a one sided conversation worthy of Wembley on a bad day.

"So…if it's not too much trouble, I'll even take the oath..I wouldn't be any trouble, if you want to call for it.."

The line of Cantus' gaze, penetrating and steady over his long yellowest orange muzzle, never changed in it's silent regard of her shaky words.

"If you wish it to be called for." He finally spoke in a tone just as hard to place as his eyes.

Mokey put her hand on her heart, speaking the solemn fraggle oath quickly and energetically.

"Weeba weeba, woppa woppa, garpox gumbidge, whoopee!" She smiled hopefully at Cantus. "See? And I can help on the road to, really I…"

Unlike Cantus, the four other members of his troop were clearly a bit taken aback and curious about the young fraggles sudden interest in them again, whispering a bit to each other though this whole time. The two most talkative, a slim, furry cat like creature, and a short wispy haired fraggle wearing glasses, seemed to come to a decision, finally speaking up.

"We've got no beef with having you along…"Murray began, giving Mokey an easy going smile.

"But, it would be nice to know where in the west you would like to go." Brio finished quietly, arranging her glasses over her unseen eyes with an almost nervous look.

"Oh I did'nt say? How silly..um, It's a place called Bluerock Night Gardens."

"Bluerock?" The booming throaty voice of the green loin like beast minstrel called Brool broke in.

"Oh yes, I've heard it's a beautiful place and I really need to get there as soon as possible…"

Mokey began un-rolling a very old looking map tied with a red ribbon.

"I would go alone but I know the path is..and if you happen to be going..that is if it's not too much trouble…"

"We have been there before and we will be again soon." Cantus replied simply.

"But Bluerock, Boss isn't that where…" Marray began near one of Cantus' dark pink hair toped ear tuffs as if to remind him of something, looking to the map.

"It is where there is a need to be…" The mystical fraggle spoke, turning to look at the smaller creatures' worried face. "…and so shall we be."

"Oh, thank you! Thank you!" Mokey squealed, catching herself short of her spontaneous need to hug the minstrel leader in thanks and looking at her feet.

"Um, I mean, I will be ready at dawn, sooner if I can be!"

She ran off quickly, leaving the group of musicians to stare after her, Marray shaking his head and chuckling softly.

[wwfpooh]

Nice encounter between Mokey and the Minstrels (especially Cantus). It was well done. Oh, and--as usual--more please!

[RedPiggy]

Yes, well done ... Cantus is such an accommodating sort.

[wwfpooh]

Yes he is. Cantus' speach patterns are so Jim-like! It's almost as if I can hear Jim speaking within the story!

[Pork]

Loved it. I think you've done a great job of Cantus and the other minstrels.

*waits patiently for next update*

[Redsonga]

Thank you :)! I'm glad everyone liked it..I just got a weird review on FF.net from someone who didn't know about Brio and thought Brool was a girl o.o

[wwfpooh]

Remember, the kids of today haven't lived through the 80's to fully understand why we loved the decade so.

[Redsonga]

Remember, the kids of today haven't lived through the 80's to fully understand why we loved the decade so.

It was an 80's kid though, that knew all of the minstrels and their names :coy:.
The first part of chapter 4 to come..very soon :).

[wwfpooh]

It was an 80's kid though, that knew all of the minstrels and their names :coy:But to forget their genders? That's like people not realizing that Koopa and Bowser (or Robotnik and Eggman) are one and the same!

[Redsonga]

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Dear Diary,
As many times as I have left before, the look in their eyes...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The small living cave had been full of nothing but the quick unheard paths of a brush upon paper for many hours, traveling far into the night.

Mokey sat cross-legged on her bed with Lanford's pot resting nearby as her hand traveled over the width of the dozen papers pined to wall, filling in an imaginary sky with shades of blue and purple.

Mokey's friends, as long ago as her painting had began, had left her to think about her serious decision, as was fraggle custom with anything serious. Part of that custom, everyone knew, was the great hope that a fraggle might change their mind at the last moment....

But to Mokey, somehow, every layer of paint seemed to strengthen her resolve.

"But..still…that still doesn't look quite right does it?" She asked her pet plant gently.

"Rr?" Lanford replied, opening his mouth with the edge of a cough.

" You're right, it does need clouds! How could we forget clouds?"

Mokey mixed more water into the palette of countless hues, adding wisps of cloud like light pieces of lace over dry patches of sky.

"Do you remember Lanford? Do you remember the wind?"

The flytrap sighed, giving his shrunken head a low dipping shake.

"Oh of course you do…I know I do…"

The smallest of melodies, like a chain of tiny bells, filled the cave as she painted steadily, Lanford's weak gaze following the brushes movements.

Hello world…
I miss you every day…

The paintings landscape began from the left with a curricular stone framed section of the lower rock, where Gobo and the rest swam happily in the fraggle pond and branched off from there to dark gray limestone curtains.

The darkness that came afterward was alive with paint eyes, bloodshot and hungary, and farther still, the banks of what looked like a wide river.

As the path went on, the rock walls and ceiling to one side opened, letting in the view of the sky.

I remember your sun as you called me out to play…
Do you still have your mountains?

Mokey painted over the orb for the sun again, giving it a finely detailed swirl the glowed down upon small weaved huts at the base of what looked like trees, but were so large that the roots themselves drew out of the earth like branches.

And your stars in an endless sky?
Have your trees grown taller?

With a sweep of golden brown, the light outline of a rope bridge over a deep canyon was shaded the light of the sun, before leading off into the side of a valley, dotted with wildflowers and small fraggle holes carved into the outside of the rock.

Have your fish learned how to fly?

The picture of this final place on the collage of water and berry juices was painted in the darkened appearance of night, the ground full of odd looking ground ivy and plants of all sorts, many covered in thorns.

You know world… how I miss you everyday…

Lanford looked up with a weak breath, his unseen eyes fixed on the last part of the painting, as his once large mouth came to rest on the outline of something within the brambles with a warm purr.

But why must you always take my friends away?
World, say you'll stay... but please, don't take my friends away…

The sound of a cup of water and a paint brush falling with a ring of wood upon stone was the last sound the ditsies soaked up for the night in the small cave, their flame like magic making the finished picture almost dance in light.

[wwfpooh]

That bit between Mokey & Landford is really touching. ^_^ Well done.

[Redsonga]

Thank you..I'm sorry if this part is boring :P. But, it's needed :)...

[wwfpooh]

Thank you..I'm sorry if this part is boring :P. But, it's needed :)...Boring it is not.

As the announcer from MK says, it is "excellent" and "outstanding". ^_^

[Redsonga]

Boring it is not.

As the announcer from MK says, it is "excellent" and "outstanding". ^_^

Thank you..even though I can't play music I still have some in my head like the one in this chapter (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_rRbDlynGmo):o

[wwfpooh]

Thank you.You're welcome. ^_^

[Redsonga]

The 2nd half should be ready a day or so :)

[wwfpooh]

We shall await its arrival.

[Redsonga]

Somehow this time didn't feel like a time for musical goodbyes.

The three years that had been in a short time carried away by endless games and laughter between the first time Mokey had attempted to join the minstrels company and this one that mirrored the other in unhappy reflection...

Wembley's voice sounded painfully young as he stepped forward.

"Goodbye Mokey..you will be back soon like last time won't you?"

Mokey tried her best to smile, shifting the weight of Lanford's pot where it was tied with heavy lengths of rope to the bundle on her back.

"Well, not as quickly as last time..but I'll be back as soon as I can…"

Wembley hugged the closest length of her hood traveling cloaked form that was near his level, looking upward with wide eyes.

"Is it really dangerous?"

Mokey bent down to kiss the his forehead with a resuring tone that was nearly a whisper as she looked up at the rest of the group that had gathered.

"Wembley, don't worry so much..all of you, please don't worry."

Gobo cleared his throat, stepping forward and running his free had though his mess of bright pink hair as he reached for something within his backpack with the other.

"Mokey…I know you said you did'nt need my help but.." His cheeks turned a slightly darker shade of orange. "…well, a little bit of luck never hurt the great explorers."

The hat , looking roughly handmade was a tight fitting cap of small polished flat white rocks weaved together in a net pattern of silver colored twine. The pieces made a loud clear clicking sound against one another as Mokey took it from Gobo's hand in awe, kissing him smartly on the cheek.

"Oh, thank you Gobo it's beautiful. I'll keep it with me always…"

There was an uneasy silence as Red steeped forward next, a moment before both hugged each other in tears. This moment pasted much quicker than the others, as Red managed to speak up in a crying voice.

"Mokey..you not going to write are you?"

"No, I’ll draw everyday…" Mokey replied, just as shaken.

"You won't draw on.. postcards… will you?"

Mokey laughed.

"No, no postcards..and Red?"

"What?"

"Every few days.." The tall lilac fraggle spoke quietly. "…could you clean up a tiny corner of your room? Maybe..just a little, for me?"

Red bit down on the edge of her mouth fixing her best friend with a pretend glare before rolling her eyes and hugging her again.

"I'll try. I'm going to miss you."

"I'm going to miss you to…and Lanford will…Do you want to say goodbye?"

Mokey turned bringing Lanfords suspected pot just level with the short yellow fraggle so they met face to unmoving shrunken jaw.

Red paused before reaching out to rub the smallest of the plants topmost wartlike spots.

"Get well soon... you big-toothed dummy."

All this time the smallest fraggle form of them all had been slowly edging its way toward Mokey switching its path whenever she chanced to glace its way.

Now that shadow finally stopped, taking a deep breath.

"M…Mokey?"

"Boober…" Mokey said with a smile as the small green fraggle appeared from his shadowed spot, hands clasped behind his back.

"M..Mokey..c..could I talk t..to..you for a moment?" His feathery bright red hair shadowed an unseen downward glance. "I need t..to ask..you..a..alone…"

"Of course Boober… What is it?" Mokey asked looking truly puzzled and worried as she ducked quickly into a nearby small ajoining nook of a caven, followed slowly by Boober.

The white lily with pink spots he held behind his back dipped into clear view in a flash of color as the three remaining fraggles were left alone.

"Why's he holding that flower Gobo?" Wembley asked.

Their groups unofficial leader replied with a shrug.

Five minutes turned into ten, and then fifteen, as the three waited outside the nook, Wembley quite contended hoping up and down trying to perfect the perfect jumping pickle balance with a pebble, while Gobo sat, every now moving to a different position, ending up siting upside down over a large rock.

Red meanwhile was doing her best to spy. Having found much to her disappointment that both fraggles had retreated too far into the small space to see, she now stood with part of a doozer construction pressed up against the wall like a makeshift cup.

"Hear anything?" Gobo asked.

Red shook the free side of her head in a no.

"What do you think they're talking about?" Wembley added as the stone fell from his moving nose for the fifty-third time.

Red shook the piece of doozer construction in frustration as if trying to get better reception before pressing in against the wall once more.

"Knowing Boober it's probably a heart to heart lecture about staying away from germy moss and bad luck rock cracks."

Wembley came over as Red continued to fume, pressing his own head against the rock as a silent mimic.

"Oo, if I had my detective gear this case would be solved alread..ee!" Red's sceeming was stopped halfway as the whirlwind that was Mokey in a hurry rushed out of the cave suddenly, sending both snooping fraggles tumbling over in a surprised heap.

The small smile on Mokey's face was matched clearly by a tone that just moments ago had been laughter, the white pink-spotted lily now grasped within the careful jaws of Lanford on her back.

"..don't want me to leave, but Lanford, he needs me. You understand don't you?" Mokey asked without turning around.

"O..of course.." Boober answered, his voice strained toward happiness as he followed her out slowly.

"…and I'll be back soon, I promise!"

The small green fraggles face seemed to force itself into a smile in sync with Mokey turning around to bend down to hug and kiss him on the forehead once more.

As her attention and feet were drawn to the shadows of the minstrels against the light of just awaking ditsies, the small red haired fraggle pulled away from Wembley's comforting hand on his shoulder, heading to a shadowy spot in the opposite direction.

"He's.. crying…" Wembley gasped in shock.

"Boober might get upset easy, but he hardly ever cries." Red nodded sounding even a bit saddened herself over how odd the tearstains from his unseen eyes looked on a face that was normally grave, serious, or frightened in nearly every other way.

"What do you think he asked Gobo?" Wembley whispered, only daring to steal a glance at the odd scene.

"Who knows.."

"It must have been something really really serious…" Red concluded, biting her lip.

" Maybe it's best if we forget about this for now guys…" Gobo decided in a serious tone. "…let Boober talk about it when he feels like it."

A set of pigtails and a mess of yellow nodded in agreement as they walked toward where Mokey now stood talking with the minstrels and exchanging bows some distance away.


"Well..I guess…this is it…" Mokey took in a deep breath letting the long sleeves of her traveling cloak raise and fall in a silent battle against tears as her friends last farewells and waves washed over her.


"Goodbye Mokey!"

"Goodbye Mokey, watch out for big rivers, eh ?"

"Bye Mokey! Draw me if you see any fun looking fraggle ponds!"

"I will! Goodbye everyone..goodbye… little Boober." Mokey waved, forcing herself to turn at the last moment and follow where the minstrels had already started walking away from lower rock.

A small dark green hand went up slowly in a wave from where it still sat with its owner in shadow too far away now to be seen or heard, even if the voice of the lone fraggle had spoken at anything over a tear worn whisper.

"Be…safe…Mokey."

[wwfpooh]

Man, why is saying goodbye (http://www.gosdin.net/rebound/fraggle/goodbye.mp3) so hard? I could literally feel the pain of all five Fraggles, knowing that one of their own would have to leave the rest. And definately--considering what he spoke of--poor Boober. May Mokey come back safe & sound, with Landford in tow, hopefully.

[Yva Minstrel]

Oh good grief, this is just beautiful. I have tears in my eyes as I read that last part. Wow, Mokey leaving so that she could save Lanford. That's so noble. :cry:

What can I say about this story that hasn't already been said? The writing is very good, the characters are so in character it's like watching an episode of the show. And it evokes emotions and feelings as I read all the parts.

The placement of the songs is just great, I mean they fit so perfectly in with the actions that are going on.

As I was reading the Doc and Sprocket segment at the beginning, I kept thinking 'Uncle Matt going fishing'. That alone could be an amusing piece. How much could Matt misinterpret there? It would be funny to see Doc and Ned trying to teach this somewhat clumsy fraggle how to go fishing. :D

At any rate, as the story unfolds with Mokey, I am simply amazed by how in character she is, reflective and contemplative. It seems natural for her to ask questions like these on her birthday.

Then when she goes into the cave and wakes Red up, it reminds me of the Poobah episode. Red's reactions were so spot on, that I could truly see her reacting, complete with that curling down of her upper lip. I always love that expression on her when she gets angry. But, I digress.

The use of Cantus and the Minstrels is just brilliant. (I say 'brilliant' a lot, don't I?) But, seriously, you give Cantus a really good bunch of lines. He's so mystical that it does come through. I really love the reason behind why she has to go with them this time. It's not about becoming a Minstrel, it's about saving Lanford's life. Oh wow, you can't let Lanford die...that would be just...whine, cry, weepy and sob inducing. (I think you get the idea.)

And Boober, poor Boober, we don't really know what he is thinking, but it can't just be his fears about germs. ;)

At any rate, you weave such a good yarn here and this is definitely one I am going to keep following because I truly love it!

[RedPiggy]

That's so sad! Well done, though....

[wwfpooh]

Oh and since I forgot it in my last post...More please!

[Redsonga]

What can I say about this story that hasn't already been said? The writing is very good, the characters are so in character it's like watching an episode of the show. And it evokes emotions and feelings as I read all the parts.

The placement of the songs is just great, I mean they fit so perfectly in with the actions that are going on.

Thank you :). The characters really tell me the story, I'm just the one trying to keep up with a pad and pencil now. My songs are not the best in the world, but they know where to go. This story doesn't have as many songs I made as Song of A Midnight Place did, but like I said before there is a good reason for more silly creature ones :3.
As I was reading the Doc and Sprocket segment at the beginning, I kept thinking 'Uncle Matt going fishing'. That alone could be an amusing piece. How much could Matt misinterpret there? It would be funny to see Doc and Ned trying to teach this somewhat clumsy fraggle how to go fishing.
They would make the world's funniest older man buddy movie is all I can say ; ).
At any rate, as the story unfolds with Mokey, I am simply amazed by how in character she is, reflective and contemplative. It seems natural for her to ask questions like these on her birthday.


I always say I have a very strong inner Mokey that really missed writing poems the last nine years and is so happy to be doing them again now. Fraggle fic makes my heart happy :3


Then when she goes into the cave and wakes Red up, it reminds me of the Poobah episode. Red's reactions were so spot on, that I could truly see her reacting, complete with that curling down of her upper lip. I always love that expression on her when she gets angry. But, I digress.
Angry Red is my favorite Red, I think it is because I have a temper to : D.
The use of Cantus and the Minstrels is just brilliant. (I say 'brilliant' a lot, don't I?) But, seriously, you give Cantus a really good bunch of lines. He's so mystical that it does come through. I really love the reason behind why she has to go with them this time. It's not about becoming a Minstrel, it's about saving Lanford's life.
I basically asked the character 'why did you?' one night and this is the answer I got :).
As for Cantus *hugs the Cantus and says no more : (*...
Oh wow, you can't let Lanford die...that would be just...whine, cry, weepy and sob inducing. (I think you get the idea.)
*pets Lanford and says nothing *
And Boober, poor Boober, we don't really know what he is thinking, but it can't just be his fears about germs.
Song Of A Midnight Place (http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4084474/1/Song_of_A_Midnight_Place) ; ).
I love Mokey and Cantus, although I have never thought of the ship thing, but that doesn't mean that it can't happen. ;) I want to read more.
I'm not a random shipper, but the first time I saw Cantus the ship hit me upside the head like a bagfull of frozen radishes : D...

[Yva Minstrel]

I will give the story you posted the url to a read through when I get done with my writing today. I spent way too much time goofing off yesterday and didn't get anything done.

So glad you liked my comments. I do tend to give more than just one sentence feedbacks, and there was so much wonderful fraggly stuff to comment on there that I couldn't contain myself. :p

Keep those updates coming. Forget fast food, I'm loving this! :insatiable:

[Redsonga]

Man, why is saying goodbye so hard? I could literally feel the pain of all five Fraggles, knowing that one of their own would have to leave the rest. And definately--considering what he spoke of--poor Boober. May Mokey come back safe & sound, with Landford in tow, hopefully.
Goodbye is a hard thing : (, and Boober just made me want to hug him, poor little thing...most of all when..welll, I'll keep my mouth shut about that here ; )....
I will give the story you posted the url to a read through when I get done with my writing today. I spent way too much time goofing off yesterday and didn't get anything done.

So glad you liked my comments. I do tend to give more than just one sentence feedbacks, and there was so much wonderful fraggly stuff to comment on there that I couldn't contain myself.
Keep those updates coming. Forget fast food, I'm loving this!

Just a warning, that story was my first fraggle story ever :coy:. And this is its prequel, but nether of them really truly spoil the other I think, they are just linked^.^.
Oh, I love long feedback, I eat it with a spoon ^.^

Oh and since I forgot it in my last post...More please!
I will ^.^! I'm not quite sure when the next part will be ready, but we will see..maybe a couple days:excited:.
That's so sad! Well done, though....
I know..poor Boober..he made me cry to :cry:

[wwfpooh]

nd Boober just made me want to hug him, poor little thing...most of all when..welll, I'll keep my mouth shut about that hereYeah. Save the topic for when it's needed.

[Redsonga]

Yeah. Save the topic for when it's needed.

I don' want to give anything away for those reading in order :coy:. *goes back to writing*

[wwfpooh]

I don' want to give anything away for those writing in order :coy:. *goes back to writing*Smart thinking.

[Redsonga]

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Dear Diary,
I had forgotten how hard traveling on the road is when you only....
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Her feet hurt.

Her feet hurt, she was all alone.

Her feet hurt, she was alone, the flower was pretty.

She was alone…the flower was pretty.

The flower was pretty…

Mokey sighed as she turned the pink spotted lily stem over and over in her hands, lost in thought.

Had what Boober asked really just been to keep her from leaving?

Mokey's thoughts were so far back in the cozy memories of her home in the lower rock for the last eighteen years, that she seemed to have all but forgotten the group walking single file in front of her.

Cantus walked before them all, his magic pipe held within easy playing distance.

The large form of Brool came next, so near to his leader that he seemed to be inches away from stepping on his cloak, stopping now and then to sniff the air.

Murray followed, doing his own check every few steps to grab hold of the hand or tail of Brio, who was looking back in concern at the tall lilac fraggle walking dead last.

Balsam, the only one not in line, had taken to his own path beside them, zipping from brush to stone with a quick cricket like clicking sound.

Brio sighed as she was dragged from the sight of the saddened Mokey again by Murray's almost annoyed pulling on her hand, and fixed him with an unseen look.

"Aw no, not this again…" Murray said with his own sigh as music started all around, backed up by Balsam's, and the rest of the insects of the road to Wonder Mountain's, clicking.

Both Mokey and Cantus seemed to not notice the songs forlorn beat.

"If the mist is on the trail long, you will know where I have gone....

You can hear the water flow.... a hundred miles…"

Murray reluctantly joined in with his guitar, to accompany Brio's slightly accented alto, as Brool's ears pricked.

"A hundred miles, a hundred miles, a hundred miles, a hundred miles…

You can hear the water flow a hundred miles…"

Brool sniffed, joining in with Brio and Murray as the whole line began to cross the invisible bridge, Balsam flying over the gap before them with his usually hidden grasshopper like wings.

" Oh moon, I am one, Moon I am two, Moon I am three, Moon I am four, Oh Moon…

I am five hundred miles from my home…"

Balsam landed on Brool's large back as they finished crossing, adding his bongo beat to the three's singing.

"Five hundred miles, five hundred miles, five hundred miles, five hundred miles,

Oh Great Moon, I am five hundred miles from my home…"

As they passed the hole that had once been the home of the feared Avalanche Monster and edged around a cavern of what looked like dancing cacti in the distance, low, sad notes from the magic pipe joined in.

" Not a shirt on my back, not a pebble to my name…

Moon, I can not go home this way…

This way, this way, this way, this way..

Oh Moon, I can not go home this way…"

Mokey finally looked up from her flower at Lanford's soft purr near her ear as the last lines of the song drifted away quietly.

"If the mist is on the trail long, you will know where I am gone…

You can hear... the water flow…a hundred... miles…"

Brio ended her song, burying her muzzle in back of Murray's coat and crying.

"Hey, hey, it's okay…" He whispered with a smile.

"My…" Mokey breathed in concern, the line going back to moving in itself normal music-less fashion...

Normal, except that Murray had fallen back to walk beside her, licking his hand and then grooming his ear in a matter of fact way as his voice went up to a just barely overhear-able whisper.

"I know you don't mean no harm by it Mokey, but if this drag of a mood gets much bigger it'll start kick'n up so much dust we won't be able to see the road."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know…" Mokey said, rubbing her eyes as she started to put her flower from Boober away, only to have Murray stop her, grabbing the lily and handing it back.

"Don't feel sorry, it's okay, we just pick up things real easy on the down low." He said, winking.

"We are travelers of the spirit of the songs." Cantus' distant voice interjected, surprisely loudly for being so far away from earshot.

Murray rolled his eyes a bit in Mokey's direction with such a overblown flare that she couldn't help but laugh.

"There, see? Nice 'n easy. I wouldn't be bugging you to smile so quickly if it was just us 'n the boss, but Brio's 'traveler's spirit' is better at gettn' homesick than most…"

[RedPiggy]

Her feet hurt, she was alone, the flower was pretty.
My brother loves to joke that I'm the same way.

The whole world could come to an end around me and I'd be all like "Ooh, butterfly!"

[wwfpooh]

The interaction between Mokey & the minstrels is brillant! More please?

[Redsonga]

My brother loves to joke that I'm the same way.

The whole world could come to an end around me and I'd be all like "Ooh, butterfly!"

*lol* It's so true...As the story goes on I think I am switching more from 3rd person objective to 3rd person limited as it gets farer into being just Mokey's travels:excited:...
The interaction between Mokey & the minstrels is brillant! More please?
Don't worry there will be :excited: :3

[wwfpooh]

Don't worry there will be :excited: :3Can't wait!

[Pork]

That was great, I really enjoyed it. Looking forward to the next part...because why would I look backwards for the next part? that doesn't make sense. XD

[Redsonga]

That was great, I really enjoyed it. Looking forward to the next part...because why would I look backwards for the next part? that doesn't make sense. XD

Okay, dokay..it should be ready ether today or tomorrow:excited:

[wwfpooh]

because why would I look backwards for the next part? that doesn't make sense. XDCertainly not.

[Yva Minstrel]

This is really good, but it is a little short. That's just my take from reading one posting. I kept hoping to get a little bit more. Perhaps because this reads so very well, and I had been anticipating the next part when I left town last week.

Your dialogues are really good, and I like how you write Cantus, very mysterious.

Funny thing here and tiny bit off topic, but yesterday, I saw a train with the name Cantus on it, and through about all the stories I have read here with him as a character. Funny, but very true.

Hope to read more soon.

[wwfpooh]

Hope to read more soon.And so you shall, for Becky doesn't leave things incomplete mostly.

[Redsonga]

And so you shall, for Becky doesn't leave things incomplete mostly.

*lol* Mostly?:coy:

But I post my chapters in two halfs...You are lucky you were not here when I was was first posting Midnight Place, I think I had a gap of two months? :p:sympathy:


Funny thing here and tiny bit off topic, but yesterday, I saw a train with the name Cantus on it, and through about all the stories I have read here with him as a character. Funny, but very true.


I'd like to see the place that is named after him on the coast...

Your dialogues are really good, and I like how you write Cantus, very mysterious.
Thank you ^.^. The reason I am slow sometimes is I don't really plan my stories because that kills the idea for me. I just sort of listen to the characters. And Cantus was telling me a very good story that I couldn't tear myself away from...

[wwfpooh]

Don't worry, Becky. When you're ready, we'll be here.

[Yva Minstrel]

The reason I am slow sometimes is I don't really plan my stories because that kills the idea for me. I just sort of listen to the characters. And Cantus was telling me a very good story that I couldn't tear myself away from...

I'm like that too. When I write, I seriously cannot plan a story. I did that once and it ended up coming off a bit dry. It was definitely not one of my favorite stories. It was also only 70 pages. Today my fan fiction tends to max close to 100 pages. Currently, I am posting one that has 250 pages and another has over 400 pages (and that's not even done yet). ;) Neither of these are outlined. Perhaps outlines do work for some, but I have found for me, they do not work at all.

[Redsonga]

I'm like that too. When I write, I seriously cannot plan a story. I did that once and it ended up coming off a bit dry. It was definitely not one of my favorite stories. It was also only 70 pages. Today my fan fiction tends to max close to 100 pages. Currently, I am posting one that has 250 pages and another has over 400 pages (and that's not even done yet). ;) Neither of these are outlined. Perhaps outlines do work for some, but I have found for me, they do not work at all.

I'm not good at writing long stories actually, the most I've ever been able to write is fifty pages so far..I've found that it starts to fall apart if I try to force it to be anything so I'm not quite sure when I will ever write a hundred pages (But then, you are 12 years older than me, so maybe I will learn with time to. I mean just lately I have been learning to actually finish stories I start, I use to never be able to do that :)). Someday maybe...But then, there are a lot of just fine published short story authors in the world..and to focus on page count over the story may be as bad for things as outlining... to me, at least.

[RedPiggy]

Perhaps outlines do work for some, but I have found for me, they do not work at all.
I may have a small notepad file with dates or descriptions and stuff, but I don't use outlines either. By the time I post something, I've usually been daydreaming about it over and over again for months (or at least weeks), exploring every scene, every bit of dialogue until it "feels" right.

I'm not good at writing long stories actually, the most I've ever been able to write is fifty pages so far..I've found that it starts to fall apart if I try to force it to be anything so I'm not quite sure when I will ever write a hundred pages (But then, you are 12 years older than me, so maybe I will learn with time to.)
Maybe. I had trouble getting up to even a 100 pages when I was younger.

But there's nothing wrong with short stories. It's pointless to draw something out to 100 pages if you can get the gist across in 20. It largely depends on an author's focus. For a story with only one major plot, few if any subplots, etc ... a short story is just fine. It's only when you try to describe basically half the universe (LOL) that it becomes necessary to add a little length. :D

[wwfpooh]

Or if there's multiple subplots going on at the same time.

[Yva Minstrel]

My stories tend to be very involved with a main plot, but a lot of subplots going on. I have a Fraggle story in mind, which I have started scribbling notations for, but right now I am trying to polish up another story. Someone said that it is slow, but I do not like to rush stories and most of the stories in that particular grouping are rushed. If I can get the story done in 20 pages, then great. My first story (posted when I was 23) was 15 pages long. and today most of my one shots are about 3-8 pages in length. I guess it just depends on the story idea, the plot device, and how far it moves along.

But, maybe this bit belongs in another thread...who knows? I don't want to bog down your story with meanderings like this. Oh and I do agree with redpiggy about this, short stories are fine. I do write them, if I feel motivated to, but generally I have about 4 stories going at once, so maybe that's just me.

[wwfpooh]

To each their own. And speaking of own, I cannot wait to own some more of this story. That said, more please, Becky.

[Redsonga]

But there's nothing wrong with short stories. It's pointless to draw something out to 100 pages if you can get the gist across in 20. It largely depends on an author's focus. For a story with only one major plot, few if any subplots, etc ... a short story is just fine. It's only when you try to describe basically half the universe (LOL) that it becomes necessary to add a little length.

I guess it depends on the author to...By nature, when I just let myself write like I do in my fraggle stories here, I am not a description heavy author:p.
However I belong to other fandoms were the only 'good' writing liked there is overblown with description of every little thing. To them, I am a good writer because I can do this style, but it is so out of character for me that I have been working on the same story for five years now, and am lucky to write a chapter a year:o
But, maybe this bit belongs in another thread...who knows? I don't want to bog down your story with meanderings like this. Oh and I do agree with redpiggy about this, short stories are fine.
It's okay, I like talking about writing^.^. Subplots can add length of course, but mine are usually so small that they are like mini- plots..or I dunno if they could even be called that, more like mini happenings between lunch and dinner...

*goes back to writing*:excited:

[wwfpooh]

And each and every bit of writing would be artistic genius on your part.

[Redsonga]

"Homesick? I am not homesick…" The sound of Brio's low soft spoken voice to her left where the small fraggle had wandered back to walk with Marray without her noticing made Mokey hop in surprise . "How silly…"

"Aren't you now, Honey?" Marray said, the air alive with the unspoken weight of something in his voice Mokey could not quite understand.

"I am not..only..the water did…" Brio trailed off, her tone betraying what might have been a dreamy look, if the area behind her glasses was not filled with the blankness of pale green skin.

"Oh ho, here we go again, the 'water of the Great Pond shining with the fire of coal' bit." Marray shouted with a sigh of exasperation.

"I think it sounds pretty." Brool's gentle boom echoed after Marray's remark so quickly, Mokey was almost certain of some sort of mind link between the whole group that would have spanned even greater distances.

Brio leaned toward Mokey waving her hands in slow dramatic motions on the surrounding cave walls, the faint accent she had heard before creeping back into her voice.

"The water of the Great Pond would shimmer so clearly each midday... it would make the coal like living fire of white and the pink Stinging Ones dance..the waves so tasting of salt."

"It sounds wonderful." Mokey breathed at the imaginary picture of endless surf.

"It sounds fine," Marray butted in, his normally clam partly hidden tail twitching a little. " It’s the underlining beat those Wavggles lay down that isn't as nice as their home."

Brio glanced toward the ground a little as if weighted down by a quick reminder of an old shame, while Mokey looked on, puzzled.

"How could fraggles not be nice?"

"I am afraid my people were less that caring to Marray. Jail did not suit him."

"Your people had jail?" Mokey echoed in surprise, rolling the unfamiliar word over in her mouth like a spoonful of slimy okra soup. "But that's…that is, fraggles never.."

"Ah, pay it no mind, Lily." Marray said with a laugh, putting a hairy arm around her shoulder. "It all water under the sky, a song that's been played and all that…"

'Lily?' Mokey mouthed silently, before she was whisked away by the cat like performer who had taken to whispering in her ear, Lanford chewing weakly but protectively on the edge of the guitar case on his back.

"Anyway, it has come to my mind that the last time we were together, we were never introduced in the most understanding of introductions."

Mokey pulled slightly away from Marray to dislodge the chewing Lanford from the cat's back as politely as one could stop a carnivorous plant from devouring a instrument.

"But.. Cantus already told me your names…"

"Ah yea, our boss may have started you off, but let me be your guide though the wonderful world of elaboration."

He bowed down deeply in a gentlemanly fashion where they had reached the front of the line, walking just behind the minstrel leader in step.

"I am Marray-Babok-Carbunkel-Snickerend-Macfur-The 3rd." He pointed upward toward the much taller Cantus with a serious nod.

" I'm head of keeping our fearless leaders' mind attached to something rockside now and then."

"He does his job..well." Cantus said simply, giving the smaller creature a return nod of acknowledgement.

Mokey heard someone mummer something in a language she had never heard before behind them.

"That long title is only his stage name." Brio chimed in helpfully in conclusion.

Marray whipped around behind Brio, resting his furry chin on her head as she bit down on the edge of her muzzle ever so slightly.

"This sweet dear is Brio. She gets us where we're going."

Brio glanced upward at her traveling companion.

"I draw the maps, the stars and rock moss, they get us where we are going."

Marray flashed the glasses wearing fraggle a wide smile and made his way over to the next member of their band, spinning Mokey back to look at the large loin like beast with whoop.

He patted the big creatures' oversized banjo at his side with a satisfying thumping sound.

"This big softie is my best buddy, Brool. He's in change of food and all the necessaries.."

Mokey felt an involuntary shiver run from her head to the tip of her tail as Brool leaned down to look her in the eye, a look that once upon a time, she was almost sure of it, meant this monsters' kind had made a dinner of dozen a fraggles at least once a week.

"You eat much?" Brool asked, his deep echoing tone that grew from his teeth lined jaws not at all matching his light high singing voice.

"No…at least, I don't think I do…" Mokey peeped with a quick shake of her head.

"That's good…we don't have much.." Brool added, his giant voice dying down into an sorrowful rumble.

"It's… okay," Mokey said, reaching out to give the big creature the best reassuring pat she could manage. " I'm sure I won't mind…"

"And last but not least we've got the little guy, Balsam .."

Marray pointed out into a seemly random shadow along the cave wall as it gave a loud click at the sound of the name.

"Doesn't talk much, sings more. He's our scout."

The small shadow darted here and there before drawing near again to their traveling line.

"Scout? What does he.. scout for?" Mokey rubbed her eyes after trying to follow the small musicians path.

"Anything that we do not wish to become acquainted with at the present time."

Cantus answered as Balsam landed on his back for a moment, making a faint whirring sound of agreement before flying off again to hop among the rocks.

"…And where we're going that's an awfully long list." Marray finished.

"O..oh…Is it really?" Mokey asked, mostly to herself, the reality of her undertaking just now beginning to leak over the edges of her early loneliness as she rubbed one of Lanford's remaining leafs for comfort.

[wwfpooh]

Whoa...The conversations between Mokey & the Minstrels seem so real and geuine. I could totally see it within my mind's eye. Well done. Oh, and more please?

[Redsonga]

Whoa...The conversations between Mokey & the Minstrels seem so real and geuine. I could totally see it within my mind's eye. Well done. Oh, and more please?

I'm glad you like it :). There will be more of course:excited:

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I'm glad you like it :).I'm glad I like it, too. There will be more of course:excited:Oh good...Can't wait.

[Redsonga]

A new part should be ready in a couple of days, this is just a note to say the the FF.Net edited version of this fic (with pictures) can also be found now on FanNation (http://fannation.shades-of-moonlight.com/archive/viewuser.php?uid=172), a rebirth of the Fanlib website :). (Also, this site has the feature of linking stories into a series, which I am going to use with Midnight Place and To Sing, I'm just not sure what to call this group of stories yet :P Oh well...)

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which I am going to use with Midnight Place and To Sing, I'm just not sure what to call this group of stories yet :P Oh well...)And hopefully, you'd also mix in the mini-story that comes after Midnight Place, too.

[Redsonga]

Picture Letter # 1: Tree (http://pics.livejournal.com/alicornmoon/pic/0003teqh)

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Poor tree. It lost one of its branches.

[Redsonga]

*bumpedy* Almost done with the next chapter..this one is..interesting...Oh fraggle rock, you and your monsters :P

[Redsonga]

I do :). And I am sorry about the lateness of this one, I am just finishing All Hallows and then getting right back to it :)

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Dear Diary,
If only I was more sensible....
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It was almost too dark to be afraid of the darkness itself.

If there had been anything to look at however Mokey would have still been fixed on her own feet beneath her where they silently ached. She felt the furry paw of Murray squeeze her own hand as they walked in line, each holding on to the one before them to avoid getting lost in the blackness.
They were all lead by Balsams' firefly like tail, that for once had slowed the insects hurried weaving about.

But somehow, Mokey's own feelings of guilt from the day before dimmed that tiny light to her almost closed eyes.

How oh how could she had been so careless? She had broken her oath, Cantus would never forget her! Cantus would never…

"Do you play any instruments Mokey?"

Mokey nearly jumped in the air at Cantus ' clear steady voice, wrapped in this darkness that seemed to demand all travelers though it talk only in whisper at their bravest.

"Pardon?" She asked in a small, unsure voice, more than happy to obey the Quarry of Shadows unspoken law after all the trouble she was sure she had been the cause of…

I really am just a silly little fraggle after all…
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It had been mid-day by the time they finally came to the famous limestone curtains that day.
What had once been stalagmites from the ground and stalactites from the heavens of the caves had dripped down over thousands of years to drape ether side of the large cave like the opening to a cathedral make of ivory white stone.

But the most lovely things about the cave were ones that two fraggles and one cat creature all took in at the same time, washing over them in its own mini curtain of excitement.

"A tree!"

"Aw, groovy, the sky!"

"WATER!"

The large oak tree with its' crackled grey bark still reached toward the sky that peeked though the gaps of the hole where it had fallen into the cavern untold ages ago.

Around one side of its' fraggle sized roots the pool of water ran crisp and clear, looking as if it was fed by the same waters that had eroded the earth and concrete around the tree.

Mokey picked her way gingerly though the surrounding rubble, collecting a bottlecap here and stopping to sniff a cigarette butt there, putting it back down in disgust, as she finally reached the oaks' side.

In the background Brio did a cannonball with a half twist into the pool, creating a mini-tidal wave that left a very sad looking Balsam dripping wet and flicking his wings with an annoyed buzzing.

[RedPiggy]

LOL ... no smoking for Mokey :)

[Redsonga]

LOL ... no smoking for Mokey :)

Mokey is more wheat germ and granola than smoke IMHO:coy:

[Redsonga]

*bumps for new members*
More will be added to this soon:).
Please feel free to read Midnight Place if you haven't, link in the first post :).

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Murray flashed a lopsided grin in the direction of the young lilac fraggle that was now pressed to the tree's truck, embracing the small patch her arms were able to contain like a long lost friend.

"Now that's some heavy green love right there if I ever did see any…" He whispered with a lite purr , scooping up a small cup of water in his paws to drink.

He poured a last remaining trickle over the top of his red furred head and spoke again, this time loud enough for their traveling guest to hear.

" Good thing we found this pool. If Brio doesn't get wet through once every couple of days she starts looking like a raisin, not a pretty sight let me tell you."

Brio resurfaced near her carefully laid aside glasses on the poolside with an extra energetic wave that made the cool and collected guitar player jump backward with a hiss.

"Who is the raisin?"

The short fraggles pink hair was heavy with water, slicked back in a neat bowl shape behind bright circular black eyes that were clearly not there before. They looked just the same as normal fraggle eyes, being set together and very expressive, but clearly had an extra glossy shine, picking up the color of the surrounding water.

"Hey, lay off me, Buttercup. You know too much water's up there on my hate list." Murray shivered from head to toe, edging toward where Cantus was now floating on his back in the shallow water.
Sensing something was about to get less than peaceful, their leader dived away in the other direction without a sound like a quick flash of golden brown seaweed in the sun.

[RedPiggy]

woo-hoo! update!

[Redsonga]

woo-hoo! update!
Woo hoo! All formatting fixed in update now to :excited:! As of right now, this moment! It's so groovy and readable:excited:!

[RedPiggy]

Well, in that case....
Murray flashed a lopsided grin in the direction of the young lilac fraggle that was now pressed to the trees truck, embracing the small patch her arms were able to contain like a long lost friend.
I think you meant "now pressed to the tree's trunk". Just to nitpick :)

[Redsonga]

Fixed and such :). Those commas and things will eat me someday...

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"How could anyone hate water? It is life!" Brio said with a laugh. "Here, have some more living, it is a gift!"

The small fraggle dove underwater, sending out a wave toward the cat like musician with a well praticed dolphin kick.

"Hey! Oh, now you asked for it!" The dripping wet Murray said with a sneeze, his now visible whiskers twitching as he waded waist deep into the pool.

"First submerse, last splash!" Brio said, giggling as she dove again and again, just out of her band-mates reach, flicking bright droplets up into the air.

She was so good at splashing, in fact, that some distance away at the tree Lanford's brown and purple dotted jaws soon drank their fill before closing with a heavy sigh.

"Do you remember big trees Lanford?"

Lanford shook his head, turning his stem toward the giant oak with a gurgled greeting. The tree, being a tree, only answered with the hollow sound of a breeze through its tilted branches. The crumbled carious plant's jaws turned upward for a brief moment as a single leaf fell down from those dizzying heights into his pot. Lanford contracted his spring-like body around the small leaf, settling back into half consciousness.

"They are just so... wonderful and... scratchy and..a nail?" Mokey's rambling to her sleeping pet was stopped short as she reached up to examine a rusty piece of metal sticking from the oak's trunk. Her sweater sleeve left a clean path through the thick layer of dirt covering the curious looking thing the nail supported: a once white sign with blazing red lettering...

NO TRESPASSING.

The fraggle considered the words for a moment, looking the sign up and down from one side and then the next, unaware of the taller golden fraggle that approached to stand silently behind her.

"How sad...just to keep tresses from passing," Mokey said at last with a sigh.

"It hurts for a time, but time forgets," Cantus said as he to gazed up at the tree, his nearby voice making the younger fraggle jump in surprise. "It grows around it."

"B..But, i..it's still living," Mokey replied, "No.. No I think, maybe if it only was..."

She reached up on tip-toe again, this time gripping the nail tightly with all eight fingers and giving the ancient piece of silly creature workmanship a sharp tug.

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I'm sorry for the wait :\. The rest of this chapter should be ready sometime within the next few days. It's editing has really been giving me trouble. I'm not sure if it is because I am bad at action scenes or because I only think I am so I over think them and get mucked down with fear but..anyway, it is almost readable :).