The Rat, the Eggs, and the Choir

“Oh, I don’t think so,” said the fairy glumly.  “That would mean that everyone can do magic: the egg, the lady who does the washing up, me…how could that be?”

“I think,” said the egg thoughtfully, “there must be some magic in that song.  I think we should try to find the rest of it.”

“But how?” asked the rat.

“I confess, my dear fellow, that I am relying on your good will.  I hope that you will visit the smartphone in the loft and look it up on the Internet.”

“Oh,” said the rat awkwardly, “Oh.  I am afraid… I mean, I am sorry.  I mean, er, my dear fellow, that I can’t do that.  I won’t be able to remember it.  I have a very bad memory.”

“Do not be downcast, my dear fellow,” said the egg cheerfully. “We will think of something else.”

“Um, may I say something?” said the fairy humbly. “The room next to the kitchen is called the music room.  Perhaps the rat could look for the song in there.”

“And I will come with you, rat,” said the egg.  “It will be a Great Adventure.”

“Oh Egg,” said the rat, excited and afraid at the same time, “Are you sure?  I could not bear it if anything happened to you.”

“Nothing bad will happen to me,” said the egg confidently. “I will be perfectly safe.  Of course I will.”

“Really, Egg?”

“Oh yes, my dear fellow.  You will be with me.  With a resourceful companion like you, I have no fear.  It will be a marvellous quest.”

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