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Now before you read this story here are some wise words from Beethoven: 

28 June 2014

The Birth of Henry VIII

Today my third grandchild was born. My dear son has his coveted second son. Arthur was born first but in these times you must always have a back up. This new son will be named Henry, like his father. I have much faith in this sweet child. He has rosy hair and great strong lungs. He is a very robust infant, sure to survive to adulthood. He is certainly much stronger than his brother was when he was born. The young prince was a sickly baby and has never been much more than a weak child. I have many hopes for this babe Henry. He will make a brilliant duke and he will certainly be of great help to his brother when Arthur becomes king. He will likely marry a beautiful princess and have some great land of his own and other titles. For now he is just a sweet baby born on this day 28 June 1491.

29 June 2014

Blue Bird

The blue bird flew through the trees, singing and soaring through leaves freshly green. She landed on a branch and looked at a moth. The moth was blended well into the bark and seemed content to just sit as if frozen.

“Hello moth! This day is gorgeous! The sky is blue, the grass is green and the flowers are brilliantly virbarant! Wouldn't you say dear moth?” announced the blue bird.

“Hello blue bird. I do not understand what you mean by all this, the world is brown. You are brown, the sky is brown, the grass is brown and the flowers are a darker brown. It is all brown like me and this tree,” scoffed the moth.

“You do not see all this beauty! That is a shame sad moth. Please stay on this tree for a fear if you move you shall be consumed by this exhilerating world! Adieu brown moth! Adieu!” the blue bird flew off and dazzled the world with his flight and color while moth stayed on the tree.

That night, Scott turned on the porch light. Moth was instantly attracted to the sudden bright light and flew towards the door. The moth made it inside and was instantly caught by the black cat. Because he could not see or appreciate the color of the world, moth was quickly devoured by the maniacal house cat. He was not bright and vibrant which gives hints of danger, he was boring and brown and an easy target.