"A song it is then!" declared Angry as he stood awkwardly, head throbbing. He avoided Crystal's gaze however, to hide the embarrasment he was feeling from the kiss that had been planted on his forehead.
For the sake of all the Farthings he thought
You must stop getting so embarrassed all the time, heaven only knows what she'll think of you!
He wracked his brain for a song, a song fitting for this occasion. most of the songs he knew were just too doomy and gloomy to sing for such happy times. When he had remembered one at last, he straightened his jacket and wasitcoat, took in a deep breath, and with a voice purer and more melodious than anyone expected of him, he sang:
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Troll sat alone on his seat of stone,
and munched and mumbled a bare old bone;
For many a year he had gnawed it near,
For meat was hard to come by.
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