Current Residence: Germany|
Favourite genre of music: J-Music
Favourite cartoon character: Germany [Ludwig] Prussia [Gilbert Beilschmidt]
Bathtime"Sherman! It’s time for your bath!"Bathtime by some-girl-who-draws
Uh-oh. Sherman was trapped. This was one of the worst possible things that could ever happen.
He hated it. The cold water (which was due to the fact that he delayed his bath for as long as he could) the fact baths always stopped him from playing, the scrubbing, the inevitable bedtime afterwards…it was no fun.
What was he to do? There was only one thing for it - to hide. So that’s what he did. Thinking quickly, he hid under his crib and hoped his father wouldn’t find him. Perhaps if he lay still enough, he wouldn’t be noticed.
He could hear his father’s clunky footsteps coming closer. The door creaked open. There was a silence, then a short sigh. Sherman heard Mr. Peabody nearing his crib and within seconds, he found himself getting pulled out from under it. He shook his pudgy fists about.
"Come now, Sherman, let’s not have this," Mr. Peabody muttered.
"Nooo! I don’t wa
Goodnight DadHere's some music to go with this storyGoodnight Dad by some-girl-who-draws
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The elevator doors opened and out stepped Sherman. He was all grown-up now and had travelled all the way from his home to visit the old penthouse he once lived at. Now it was just owned by the famous Mr. Peabody, who had disappeared out of the limelight quite some time ago, due to him not appearing as often.
The reason? Mr. Peabody was too old.
Sherman’s shoes squeaked against the laminated floors as he glanced around at the mostly unchanged house he used to roam about in as a child. He entered the lounge, looking about for his father.
"Hello?" he called out.
Suddenly, there was a quiet thud at the door. Sherman swivelled around and saw it open slightly. A cane came through, shortly followed by the hunched, greying figure of Mr. Peabody himself. His green eyes sparkled the moment they set upon Sherman.
"Ah Sherman, my boy," the elderly genius greeted, "so glad to fin
Eine kleine Abschiedsmelodie1786Eine kleine Abschiedsmelodie by AnnaAurionIrving
Hoch und hell leuchtend stand der Mond über Schloss Sanssouci in Potsdam. Kunstvoll verzierte Büsche und Bäume raschelten leise in der sommerlichen Brise und durch ein geöffnetes Fenster drang Querflötenmusik hinaus. Im Raum zu dem das Fenster gehörte waren zwei Männer. Ein sehr alt wirkender Mann saß in einem großen gemütlichen Sessel, hörte dem Querflötenspiel des Anderen, im Gegensatz sehr jungen Mannes, lächelnd zu.
Sehr gut machst du das! Wenn du weiter so übst wirst du besser als ich werden, Gilbert." Sagte der alte Mann und der jüngere, der gerade geendet war, grinste.
Ich bin nun mal toll! Obwohl ich dich nicht übertreffen kann, Fritz."
Der alte Fritz schmunzelte leicht und meinte: Warum so bescheiden? Du weißt doch du hast das Talent dazu."
Ich weiß. Ich finds halt noch toller wenn du es sagst!" antwortete Gilbert und lachte.
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