“It is a perfect summer day for practising our new material,” said Christopher Corn. “It isn’t too hot and it isn’t too cold.”
“And,” said Mrs. Tomato. “It isn’t raining!”
“Very true,” said Cameron Cauliflower. “It is very hard to dance when it is raining.”
“Yes,” said Calvin Carrot. “It would be. I know it is hard to play the drums in the rain. I keep losing my drumsticks because my hands became so wet that they would slip out of my hands.”
The Fresh Veggie family took their positions on stage and Christopher started singing the lyrics to his new song.
“All alone,” sang Christopher. “All alone, completely empty inside. No room in my heart for any of your lies. All alone. All alone.”
Christopher tried singing the chorus but for some reason, he couldn’t seem to hit the high notes the chorus required. His voice came out squeaky.
“What is going on?” screamed Christopher, angrily. “I have never had a problem hitting the high notes before?”
Christopher tried to sing the chorus again but the same thing happened.
“I can’t believe this,” said Christopher, throwing the microphone onto the floor of the stage and walking away.
“Christopher!” called Farmer Fred, who saw what had just happened. “What is going on?”
“That is what I would like to know,” said Christopher. “For some reason my voice gave out on me. I couldn’t hit the high notes. I feel so stupid.”
“There is nothing you need to feel stupid about,” said Farmer Fred. “Singers do lose their voices from time to time. It happens. Just give your voice a bit of a rest and you will feel better soon.”
“I hope you are right, “said Christopher. “I will give it a break for a few hours.”
“You know,” said Farmer Fred. “You need to be more like melted butter on a cob of corn. You have to learn to let things just roll off you.”
“Yes,” laughed Christopher. “That is very true.”
Christopher thought the analogy Farmer Fred just used about melted butter on a cob of corn was hilarious. He knew Farmer Fred was correct. He did wait a few hours and when he tried singing again, he found he was hitting the high notes perfectly.
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