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[Story] Facing a New Day

[Poem - Spoken audio] Pink and Yellow Fields
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Keywords female 574489, cub 138400, mouse 29858, squirrel 17135, music 6482, mice 1468, lullaby 51, doo-wop 3
Facing a New Day
Story by Dennis M. Falk
"Mister Sandman" lyrics by P. Ballard
"Blue Moon" lyrics by R.Rodgers/L.Hart
Story issued under a Creative Commons license BY-SA-NC
19 April 2011


Sandy O'Brien, a young squirrel of about 12, entered her room that night- The next morning was her first day at a new school, as she had graduated to junior high.

She was crying, scared that she might not get along with new furs, and might not make new friends- much less boyfriends. Are they cute? Will they like her? She was just a squirrel, nothing special--

She was terrified.

As she got ready for bed, she put on her jammies, still crying, still worried....

She turned off the light, still with a tear-stained face that didn't go well with her soft, red fur, and tried to doze off, although restlessly so.

Four female mice, as tiny as mice could be, climbed up to her night stand, squeaking gently and sniffing the air, noticing the young girl squirrel crying in her sleep.

Quietly, the four mice looked at each other, and with warm, soft voices that seem too big for their tiny bodies, but not so loud as to wake the young squirrel, began to sing:

bum, bum, bum, bum, bum
bum, bum, bum, bum, bum
bum, bum, bum, bum, bum
bum, bum, bum, bum, bum
bum, bum, bum, bum, bum

Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream
(bum, bum, bum, bum)
Make him the cutest that I've ever seen
(bum, bum, bum, bum)
Give him two lips like roses and clover
(bum, bum, bum, bum)
Then tell him that his lonesome nights are over

Sandman, I'm so alone
Don't have nobody to call my own
Please turn on your magic beam
Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream

bum, bum, bum, bum

Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream
Make him the cutest that I've ever seen
Give him the word that I'm not a rover
Then tell him that his lonesome nights are over

Sandman, I'm so alone
Don't have nobody to call my own
Please turn on your magic beam
Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream

bum, bum, bum, bum

Mr. Sandman bring us a dream
Give him a pair of eyes with a come-hither gleam
Give him a lonely heart like Pagliacci
And lots of wavy hair like Liberace

Mr Sandman, someone to hold
(Someone to hold)
Would be so peachy before we're too old
So please turn on your magic beam
Mr Sandman, bring us, please, please, please
Mr Sandman, bring us a dream

bum, bum, bum, bum


After finishing, they sniffed about, and looked over at the girl-- She was asleep, gently snoring.

One mouse jumped from the nightstand, climbed the pillow, sniffed a bit, and gave the squirrel a kiss on the forehead, softly speaking to her, "Sleep well, little one, as you have a big day tomorrow. It'll be alright, hon." With that, she and the other three skittered back to a hole in the wall that was their home.

The four pairs of little black beady eyes and matching twitchy pairs of whiskers peered out of the mouse hole, sniffed a bit, then went back inside, where all four were quiet for a few moments.

Then one started to softly sing- The same one who kissed the squirrel goodnight--

Once upon a time before I took up smiling
I hated the moonlight
Shadows of the night that poets find beguiling
Seemed flat as the noonlight
With no one to stay up for I went to sleep at ten
Life was a bitter cup for the saddest of all men


The other three chimed in--

Blue moon
You saw me standing alone
Without a dream in my heart
Without a love of my own
Blue moon
You know just what I was there for
You heard me saying a prayer for
Someone I really could care for

And then there suddenly appeared before me
The only one my arms will ever hold
I heard somebody whisper please adore me
And when I looked the moon had turned to gold

Blue moon
Now I'm no longer alone
Without a dream in my heart
Without a love of my own

And then there suddenly appeared before me
The only one my arms will ever hold
I heard somebody whisper please adore me
And when I looked the moon had turned to gold

Blue moon
Now I'm no longer alone
Without a dream in my heart
Without a love of my own

And then there suddenly appeared before me
The only one my arms will ever hold
I heard somebody whisper please adore me
And when I looked the moon had turned to gold

Blue moon
Now I'm no longer alone
Without a dream in my heart
Without a love of my own
Without a love of my own
Without a love of my own
Now I have a girl of my own


"Do you think she'll be alright?", one mouse said.

"Yes. She is young and scared, and not used to a whole new experience. She'll be alright. And who knows? She may just find that cute boy right off!", said the one who kissed the squirrel. "Come now, it's our bedtime, too."

Fin.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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by dmfalk
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This one's completely unrelated to my Writing Challenges, or any world settings of my other stories.

This story just came out of the blue as I heard "Mr. Sandman" on the radio, and imagined four mice singing it to a young squirrel girl as a lullaby. With that, it's a tip o' the hat to the '90s movie "Babe", but unlike the movie, the voices are at a normal human register, and not high-pitched mousey voices.

This one, I did alot of cheating, as I copypasted the lyrics to two great doo-wop songs for the story-- Including the not-usually-used intro lyrics for "Blue Moon".

I'm a big fan of doo-wop, and the music of the 1930s that inspired the doo-wop sound.

If you're unfamiliar with these songs, here're the YouTube links to them- Enjoy!:
The original 1954 hit version of "Mr. Sandman" by the Chordettes
The more recent version of "Blue Moon", as recorded by Rod Stewart, with the rarely-heard intro lyrics

Sandy & story are mine, under a Creative Commons license, BY-SA-NC
"Mr. Sandman" lyrics by P.Ballard
"Blue Moon" lyrics by Rodgers & Hart

[Edit: Fixed a typo.]

d.m.f.

Keywords
female 574,489, cub 138,400, mouse 29,858, squirrel 17,135, music 6,482, mice 1,468, lullaby 51, doo-wop 3
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Type: Writing - Document
Published: 8 years, 3 months ago
Rating: General

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Winterimage
8 years, 3 months ago
That was really sweet, and I had a really good laugh as I imagined four mice singing Mr Sandman. Nicely done.
dmfalk
8 years, 3 months ago
Why, thank you very much! :) Like I said, it was just an idea that popped into my head during the night.

Gee, I've written more this year than I have the last few years. :)

d.m.f.
Tibbis
8 years, 3 months ago
thats a nice and sweet story that you've written. thats talent you have. some thing pop in you're head and it comming out so lovely like that i enjoy reading reading it thankyou for sharing a beautiful and well weritten story  
dmfalk
8 years, 3 months ago
Sometimes ideas don't make it to story, but this one did. I enjoy writing enough that I host a Writing Challenge here on Inkbunny, to encourage other writers to participate and make IB just as much a home to writing as other sites.

I'm glad you enjoyed it so much, and for the +fave. Makes me feel good that someone liked my writing. :)

d.m.f.
CyberCornEntropic
8 years, 2 months ago
I'm not much into doo-wop, but it's still a cute story.  Good work. :)
dmfalk
8 years, 2 months ago
Thank you (and for the +fave, too)! I think I could've done better, but I appreciate that I seem to have done something right, with two +faves so far. :)

d.m.f.
CyberCornEntropic
8 years, 2 months ago
Of course you think you can do better. ;p Every writer worth their salt think they could have done their stories better.  As you now, it's a writer thing. ;p
dmfalk
8 years, 2 months ago
True, but compared to what I think is my best work so far, "Curious", I could do better. :)

Everyone sees the warts & other imperfections in not just their creative work, but themselves as well-- The things others don't see.

d.m.f.
CyberCornEntropic
8 years, 2 months ago
Well, when a writer thinks he could have done it better, sometimes he's right, and sometimes he's wrong.  At the very least, it can inspire him to greater and grander efforts, so obviously it isn't a bad thing.

Of course, sometimes the problem is that the writer occasionally overemphasizes or imagines some of those imperfections, whereupon it helps to have a fresh pair of eyes look over things, to see where the imperfections really are.
dmfalk
8 years, 2 months ago
That's precisely why I post my stories openly and not for profit. I prefer the feedback (rather than greenbacks) to encourage me to keep writing....especially when it makes someone smile, then I know I've done something right. :)

d.m.f.
CyberCornEntropic
8 years, 2 months ago
I say whatever does the trick, be it feedback or greenbacks. :p
dmfalk
8 years, 2 months ago
Feedback is good. :) Lets me know when I'm doing it right, or not. :)

d.m.f.
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