till we see the sunlight - kazoo class

[fulzanin]

[align=center][div style="width: 55%; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4;"]”Kazoo class,” Feza again repeated when Poetking has come over. There was not a glint of sympathy for his tired state- more so astonished that obviously he had come here in order to spend precious sleeping time learning how to play the kazoo rather than sleep. She took it as dedication.

Despite the ridicule, the snow leopard continued to hold her head high. “Its not a horn. If anything I would consider it a type of string instrument.” Feza thoughtfully mused. Her spirits refused to dampen and lessen in their hyperactive tone. A thoughtful tip of her head made aware that she was absolutely dedicated to having this class ensue. No lips? That was awful, that meant no kazoo playing! Her tail twitched behind her, and the squint of her blue eyes noted that the gears in her mind were turning fitfully.

“Just because Bink can’t play doesn’t mean he has to get left out. He can still participate! Oh! Oh! I know, I know! Give me a day and I’ll find a way to make a kazoo for those without lips!” A fluffy paw smacked into the cool sand, and a delighted grin spread across her face. Lips were a requirement? She hadn’t even thought about that prior. How inconsiderate of her, she mentally scoffed. She’d have to do better than that in the future, at the next class that she held. “Brilliant! I can host a separate class tomorrow night for that! It’ll be thrilling, don’t you think? Thanks for pointing that out, Worm! I’ll be sure to credit you!”