Hey guys! It’s Christie! I can’t believe it’s been this long since I posted! We’ve been really busy with school and keeping Twonkie-Twonkie and Pink Elephant out of trouble, using the Great In-Between to visit Laos and Africa and save elephants — you know; the whole nine yards. Scuarral got married! His wife’s name is Fi-Moon. She gets really mad if he makes a mess. Scuarral and Fi-Moon have moved into Twonkie-Twonkie’s neighborhood; it’s getting kind of crowded, since all the animals that found out about him want to live nearby. It’s because of his beautiful singing. I’ve never heard anyone sing like that in my life. He could probably get a standing ovation at Carnegie Hall! I don’t know if you guys have heard about this already, but when Twonkie-Twonkie sings, rocks change their shape! It came in really handy once when he came over and kind of broke part of our pool. We were really stressed because our pool isn’t made out of rock; it’s concrete, I think. We didn’t know if Twonkie-Twonkie’s powers would work on something that wasn’t natural.
Pink Elephant said the trick was to sing “in the style of the rock.” We didn’t know what concrete music would sound like. The rock music sounds gorgeous, though! Anyway, Twonkie-Twonkie spent like an hour walking around on the concrete, tapping it, and even putting his ear on the ground to listen to it. Apparently, some kinds of rock are what the Twonks call Whispering Rocks. They tell stories under their breath very, very quietly. No human can hear it, and even the pink elephants aren’t the best at figuring out what they are saying. But twonks have no problem listening. It’s important for them to listen because then when the twonks sing, they sing about the stories the rocks are telling. And then the rocks change their shape. After they do, they don’t Whisper anymore. Twonkie-Twonkie said it’s because they know their story has been passed on into music, so they don’t have to tell the story anymore. After that, the rock goes to sleep forever. The Whispering Rocks, unlike other rocks, can’t be sung back into their original shape afterwards. They’re very strong. All the Twonk castles that the twonks live in on Twonkie Land are made out of Whispering Rock. Some of the most famous Twonkie folktales have come from the songs the ancient twonks sang when they listened to the Whispering Rocks. The greatest mystery is where these stories come from. No one has ever figured out where these rocks first heard their stories.
I really hope we go to Twonkie Land and Pinky Land one day. They sound like such magical places.
Anyway, long story short, concrete does not Whisper, which was pretty much what Mandy and I guessed. You know what it DOES like? It likes to be told stories. So weird, right? We figured this out after like two hours. It was really stressful. If Mom came home during that time, she would have noticed we’d cracked our pool. Which is pretty much not something we could explain. But Twonkie-Twonkie sang it some stories and it slowly healed itself. Twonkie was sweating afterwards. He said it was the hardest job he had ever done. Mandy and I were impressed. We had NO idea twonk Singing was so hard! Awesome, though, right?
