Singing. Jory liked singing but he had a bad voice. Well, the thought so anyway as no one had ever complimented him about it. Except his mom but that doesn't count, right? Moms' always give compliments to their kids, fake or real.
The Puff raised is hand.
"Jory Stonewall, Sir. The song that comes to my mind is called Dance of the Planets.'' He nervously cleared his throat.
Quote:
When I was a child I tuned in to a beautiful fantasy
Humans just part of a peaceful Galactic community
I'd look up to the sky at night
And I'd ask myself could it be right
Are there planets like ours around faraway stars
Or are we all alone on our planet Earth home?
Are we whirling around imperceptibly
Caught up in the dances of gravity
A random Galactic anomaly
Nine planets around the Sun
Spinning and swirling, twirling and whirling
Around the Sun
"Good, that should be enough,'' Jory thought shutting up now and waiting for the class to burst out laughing.