Hi there. I'm sorry I haven't been posting all that much. I'm going to blame it on school. School drains the inspiration.
...Well, maybe not all school. When it's a creative writing assignment, I'm all in.
Speaking of...
Hey diddle diddle,
The cat and the fiddle,
The cow jumped over the moon.
The little dog laughed to see such a sport,
And the dish ran away with the spoon.
...Wondering what in the world THAT has to do with anything? I don't blame you. I'm not really one to write down nursery rhymes (...why do they call those that anyway? Most nursery rhymes have a hard to find hidden moral, and a ton of violence - take the Three Blind Mice for an example...). Hey Diddle Diddle, however, was the nursery rhyme that I chose to make a story of. It was a writing exercise that we ran out of time to do at Co-op. I picked this one, because there is a part in The Fellowship of The Ring, where Tolkien did kinda the same thing with the 'making a rhyme into a big poem.' Of course his version of Hey Diddle Diddle is unbeatable.
But I tried.
...And then I kinda took it to an extreme - and it also makes me sound like Dr. Seuss Jr. - but then again, I like creative writing (and reading nursery rhymes make me start sounding like this).
So sit back, relax, (and get your reading glasses...), and enjoy my original work of:
The Story Behind the Story Of Hey Diddle Diddle
There once was a very peculiar cow,
Who lived in a stable in the town of Lynn,
And when she jumped, she'd jump so high that she'd often soar up miles in the wind.
And in that town there was a little laughing dog, who lived right down the street.
He laughed so uncommonly hard he'd often laugh himself to sleep.
The dog always slept near a set of silverware and dishes,
Which lay near the fireplace as the dog dreamt of treats and riches.
There also was a gifted cat, who wore no boots, coat, or hat,
But played away on his dear fiddle the cherished tune of Hey Diddle Diddle.
Not long ago on a brisk summer's twilight, the moon refused to rise with the oncoming night.
The townsfolk were surprised, and also uneasy.
For the sun had set, and the they were becoming queasy.
But nobody fear! For just before dark with a jolt and a jiggle advanced the extraordinary cat holding his capital fiddle.
And he took up his place in front of the people,
And started to play his melodious song in a way that had never been heard, neither over nor beyond, nor under any steeple.
The air was filled with the noise of the fiddle,
And that wonderful tune of Hey Diddle Diddle.
Then lo, a dish that rested near the dog, stood up on its end, awake and alive.
It took up the spoon and ran out the door altogether forgetting the knife.
This woke the dog, who bounced to his feet,
And instantly began laughing at the jest, right along to the beat.
His laugh was so loud it rang through the town, instantly waking the dozing cow.
She raised up her head and pranced out of bed.
And sprang away high, leaping far into the sky,
She then realized she was not coming down any time soon,
For she had jumped right over the moon!
Then the cat ended his song,
And the townsfolk of Lynn trudged back to their homes,
Straight back to bed where at night they belong.
The moon, being sleepy, had risen very late.
And the spoon and the plate?
They got quite far and lived quite long,
Until a man mowed them over while mowing his lawn.
The cow, after landing, went right back to sleep,
And the little laughing dog returned to his dreams of bones and meat.
The cat, however, left Lynn shortly after,
Leaving his remarkable fiddle up in a rafter.
But you can still hear the tales of that revered fiddle,
And the glorious, marvelous, magical tune of Hey Diddle Diddle.
-Plink
