Beekemose

It was a very cold day in the North pole, so cold in fact, that even the Beekemose hadn’t come out for four weeks. But one morning Baby Beekemose decided to brave the cold, and so he went outside to fish. Suddenly, Baby Beekemose saw a singing box resting on a tiny iceburg. He quickly draged it ashore and called Mummy Beekemose and Daddy Beekemose.

“Come quickly” he said, “I’ve found a singing box, but I can’t understand what it is saying.”

“What now” replied Daddy Beekemose rather roughly as he’d just got up and was in a bit a mood. “It’s too cold” he said as he went back to bed.

“Come, come quickly and see,” Baby Beekemose screached in a very excited high pitched squeel, “I’ve found a wooden whale-box that sings.”

“What” said Mummy Beekemose, “no such thing.”

“ Well there it is” replied Baby Beekemose, rather upsetly, “and it sings” he insisted.

A strange sound was then heard comming from the whale-box and as it began to sing a strange rusty song.

“Oooooh” the Beekemose murmered, and quickly stepped back for whales had been known to try and eat Beekemose although they have never succeeded. Nevertheless for safety sake they all moved back a few Beekemose shuffles.

“Hang on-a -sec, that’s no whale-box” said Gully.

Baby Beekemose turned around to see Seally and Gully looking on behind him.

“What do you mean?” Baby Beekemose replied.

“It’s a singing-car-boat, that humans use to travel around in, said Seally.”

“Oh, don’t be silly Seally” said Gully, rather condescendingly.

“Hey, that rhymes....” said Seally, his voice slowly cutting out as everyone peered at the whale-box.

“It’s moving, run for your life” said Seally.

“It’s communicating...it’s hurt” murmured Baby Beekemose, “let’s help it.”

Having heard Seally’s sqaucking outside, Daddy Beekemose came wabbling out.

“It’s not a whale-car” said said Daddy Beekemose.

“No, not a whale-car-boat, but a singing whale-box,” insisted Babby Beekemose.

“Well, whatever, it’s a piano” exclaimed Daddy Beekenmose forcefully.

Baby Beekemose walked up to the box and intoduced himself, “Hello, I’m Baby Beekemose,” said Baby Beekemose most politely.

“No it can’t talk, it’s not alive” Gully blurted out. “It’s a piano that humans play music on. It’s a music box. Look I’ll show you.”

Gully walked over towards the ‘piano’ and with his beak slowly and very badly played the ‘chop sticks’.

“of course it has to be tuned properly and I have forgotten a lot, but back in the day when I was in my prime, I used to listen to the Classical Operatic Orchestra of Newfoundland and I became quite the the Classical.....”

Baby Beekemose just then put his hands on the box and it wheezed out a rusty note.

“It’s alive and needs to be free to swim and sing in the sea. It can’t sing on land, and so we must free it.”

“How can you free a piano?” said Gully.

Baby Beekemose looked at Gully sharply “its a singing whale-box and we need to free it.”

So they all heaved and pushed and pushed and freed the singing whale-box, which swam away, playing and singing its song with all the other singing whale-box creatures.