Silly Moments With Daisy 8French Narrator: And now its time for “Silly Moments With Daisy”, the part of the fan fiction where Daisy comes out and has a silly moment. Today Daisy will be singing a parody of “Dancing Cucumber” by Larry the Cucumber called “Singing Flower” in French while Saria translates in English.
Daisy: Regarder la fleur
Saria: (Watch the flower)
Daisy: Voir comment elle chante
Saria: (See how she sings)
Daisy: Comme une mere
Saria: (Like a mother)
Daisy: reconforter un enfant
Saria: (comforting a child)
Daisy: Regarder la fluer
Saria: (Watch the flower)
Daisy: Oh combine lisser sa motion
Saria: (oh how smooth her motion)
Daisy: Comme une tortue
Saria: (like a turtle)
Daisy: La glace
Saria: (On…. Ice)
Daisy: Regarder la fluer
Saria: (Look at the flower)
Daisy: Tous les enfants
Saria: (All the children)
Daisy: Envient luer ami qui
Saria: (Envy their friend)
Daisy: soujaitent chanter come elle
Saria: (Wishing to sing as she)
Daisy: chant fluer, chant flu
Bringing Down the Blood League, CH.11 A Most Vile Attack
After Payton was done making her potion, she bottled it up and went out her room to drop it off. She was a bit startled when she saw Kellen standing right in front of her door.
"Well, hello there, Kellen," she greeted him. "What are you doing here?"
"I've come to fulfill my part of our little deal," Kellen explained as he stepped into her room. "I went and saw your friends and family to see how they were faring like you had asked." Payton shut the door behind them and sat on her desk chair.
"So, how are they faring?" She asked.
"Are you sure you want to know?" Kellen asked. Payton became concerned.
"Yes," she said hesitantly.
"Well, your village has long pronounced you dead. They believe some
Bringing Down the Blood League, CH.9“Payton, get up!” She nearly jumped out of bed, being startled out of her deep sleep. She saw Jackson hovering over her, frowning. She shot out of bed a little too fast and had to hold on to the canopy post to keep herself from falling. Payton braced herself for a beating for sleeping in so late, even though she had no way of telling just how late she had slept in.
“Just so you know, it’s about 4 hours into the afternoon,” Jackson informed her. “What happened to you? Have you become nocturnal already?” Payton didn’t say anything but quickly got dressed in a red skirt, cream apron, and brown corset belt over her chemise.
“I’m so sorry sir, I promise I won’t sleep in again.” Jackson chuckled.
“You needn’t make promises you can not keep, my love. This happens to everyone who hasn’t seen the sun in a long time. Their sleeping and waking happens at irregular times. But you still have work to do, little
Bringing Down the Blood League, CH.8After about 2 weeks of working there, Payton had gotten a little more accustomed to her work, and more accustomed to living there. Ever since the mouse incident, she had learned to take special heed to follow the rules carefully and managed to stay out of trouble. Not only that, but she began to make potions quicker and more efficiently. One problem that she had not overcome yet, however, was that pesky, heavy laundry cauldron. Every night, she hated battling with that cursed pot. She had to use a towel to keep herself from getting burned.
One night, while Payton was struggling to dump the cauldron water as usual, she heard some rustling in the potion making room. She was going to go investigate, but didn't have to since the source of the rustling had already walked into the shower and laundry room. It was the black cat that stole her moonstones. She glared at the cat.
"You," she said accusingly, "you stole my moonstones when I gave you my goose leg!"
"I beg your pardon, you said you w
Bringing Down the Blood League, CH.7,part 2Once Payton was done with her potion and she found a break, she snuck outside her room and made sure no one was in the main lobby of Jackson's lair. Once she was sure no one was there, she went out and began to look for a rat or mouse. She had this strange feeling that what she was doing was against the rules or something, even though no one had mentioned anything about not giving snakes food. After all, if it was okay, then why did the snake ask to keep it between him and her? Regardless, she had made a promise and now she had to honor it. So Payton went looking for any rodent she could possibly find in the main lobby of the lair. She went looking behind and under the exquisite furniture, but found nothing. Then, she found some stairs at the left corner of the main lobby. Wondering if that led to anything that could prove to be useful, she decided to go and explore it. The small set of stairs led to a small tunnel lit by torches. Payton went down this tunnel for a while until the path
Perfectly Imbalanced - PoemYour focus on the math
It seems you are unworthy
You're always giving less than half
And so that's why you feel so sorry
Oh when it seems that all the good that you do
Is lacking and imperfect
And that voice just keeps on speaking up
Saying that you just aren't worth it
Just as long as it comes from a true heart
Know that what you bestow will always be so precious
There's no need for calculations on a chart
Dearest, I really wish you'd just forget it
You have to know that you don't have to count favors
'Cause no matter how you add it up
This love is a gift from me to you
And what you give in return... will always be enough
Hiding from the World - PoemYou hide within your confines
Willfully draw lines in the sand
You say you have your own mind
But break your own rules again and again
You pile and you pile up
Proclaiming that you've a mountain made
But have you no thought for the things you've torn down
To build things that time will wash away?
You say that life's a mystery
And that the truth is hard to see
But from the place where I am standing...
It doesn't look that way to me
Speak - PoemA thousand things thoroughly thought through
And of them a hundred ones I'd like to tell to you
A mere dozen I know how to put into words
And yet for the lack of effort... not a one is heard
Words that Bite - PoemI'm trying to shut you out
But it's just so hard not to hear
Your whisper becomes a shout
As soon as its sound reaches my ears
Why do I care about your views?
It's not like you're in a position to understand
And I thought I was so sure of what was true
But I felt my heart sink at your reprimand
It's not like you care about me
You're only angry because you think it's wrong
Is it really possible that you clearly see?
And that I was merely mistaken all along?
I've been trying so hard to do this right
And I thought I finally had it down
Why does your bark also have to bite?
And what am I to do with these 'flaws' you've found?
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