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[kindred_spirit]

The door to the White Sands Schoolhouse has once again refused to open to the White Sands School.

Gil should be listening to presentations on Canadian history right now, but Canadian history not being the most exciting history any country's ever had . . . well, let's just say he's not too sorry to find himself in Milliways again.

He is, as always, looking for a certain redhead. But he's in a very good mood, and happy to talk to just about anyone.

Come on over.

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[kindred_spirit]

"And she, er, sings, too, does she?"

[silver_flecks]

"Yup." Proudly.

[kindred_spirit]

This might actually be the point at which a lesser man would weep.

"I really don't want a singing frog."

[silver_flecks]

"You are not looking at the advantages, I feel, to having a singing frog, Gilbert," Del says solemnly.

"Besides. I made him for you. He can't be happy with anyone else." Sadly.

So sadly.

Slim Shady looks at Gilbert with soulful, froggy eyes.

[kindred_spirit]

Gil sighs.

"Fine. Fine."

He eyes the frog.

"But you will limit yourself to songs with decent language in them, do you understand?"

[silver_flecks]

Inch by inch, row by row, gonna make this garden grow.
All it takes is a rake and a hoe and a piece of fertile ground.
Inch by inch, row by row, Someone bless the seeds I sow.
Someone warm them from below, 'til the rain comes tumbling down.

Pulling weeds and picking stones, man is made of dreams and bones.
Feel the need to grow my own 'cause the time is close at hand.
Grain for grain, sun and rain, find my way in nature's chain,
to my body and my brain to the music from the land.

Plant your rows straight and long, thicker than with prayer and song.
Mother Earth will make you strong if you give her love and care.
Old crow watching hungrily, from his perch in yonder tree.
In my garden I'm as free as that feathered thief up there.

Inch by inch, row by row, gonna make this garden grow.
All it takes is a rake and a hoe and a piece of fertile ground.
Inch by inch, row by row, Someone bless the seeds I sow.
Someone warm them from below, 'til the rain comes tumbling down.

"You will be such good friends!" Del beams.

[kindred_spirit]

"We'll see," says Gil.

He's still not crazy about the whole idea.

Maybe Slim Shady and Princess Phoebe Marie would be happy in the Lake of Shining Waters.

[silver_flecks]

You know, there are many things wrong with this entire thread that sentence.

"Have fun!"

And then Del's gone.

Slim Shady looks at Gilbert and ribbits.

[kindred_spirit]

Gil looks back at the frog, sighs, and heads for the door, resolving never ever to complain about Canadian history being boring again.

Ever.