Up the Hill Melody

# Melody, Melody

# Listen to the music Let your mind run free

# Melody, Melody

# From a castle or the jungle

# To the Arctic Sea... # WHALE SINGS

# It could be as loud as a storm

# Quiet as a sigh

# As dainty as a dance step

# Or soaring high in the sky

# Melody, Melody

# Listen to the music Let your mind run free

# Melody, Melody

# The musical imaginings of Melody. #

We're on a hilltop.

It's so high and windy up here.

It's like being on a mountain.

We're going to fly my kite.

We watch other kites as they fly high in the sky.

I can't wait to fly mine!

I'm so excited.

-First we've got to build it.

-OK.

So, what we're going to do...

'Mummy helps me put my kite together.'

Flatten those out.

'Quick as you can, Mummy, we don't want to lose the wind.'

One of those in there.

Then that slots into the bottom of the wing. There we go.

Then we've got our second one

and we're going to pop that into this section.

'Good work, Mummy.'

-I think we should give him a name, shouldn't we?

-Yeah.

-What are we going to call him?

-Rainbow.

-That's a good name.

So, now what we need to do is stretch him out.

We're going to turn him around so that he can fly

and catch the wind up here.

And then he's going to fly nice and tall. Up and away.

'You'll have to throw better than that, Mummy.' He-he-he!

'Have another go.'

Oh, yes!

'Yay! We have liftoff.'

Look at him go.

'Rainbow is flying so high in the sky.

'The wind feels so strong.

'Whoo-hoo! Look at it fly, Fudge!'

-Right, shall we have a little sit down?

-My legs are really tired.

After all that walking! How about a hot drink?

Yes, please. It's really cold.

'Time for a rest and a warm drink.'

Careful.

'The wind has made my cheeks tingle.

'It's very cold high up in the hills.'

Mummy, is there any music that makes you think of hills or mountains?

Well, there is a piece which is all about a mountain.

It always makes me think of big windy storms. See what you think.

This is A Night On The Bare Mountain by Mussorgsky.

MUSIC: A Night On The Bare Mountain by Mussorgsky

WIND HOWLS

It's time to come home, Fudge, a storm is brewing.

THUNDER

MUSIC CONTINUES

Watch out, Fudge!

The storm is blowing twigs and leaves everywhere.

WIND HOWLS

He's found a bush for some shelter.

CREAKING

Wah! A tornado!

Meow!

Phew! A safe landing.

WIND HOWLS

Don't worry, Fudge, I'm coming to rescue you.

The grass is so slippery.

Whoa! Hang on, Fudge!

THUNDER

I know, Fudge, it is very wet and cold. But you'll be dry soon.

MUSIC CONTINUES

BIRDS TWEET

The storm is over.

And we made it all the way down the mountain.

Meow!

He-he-he!

That music made me think of a storm on top of a mountain.

-What did it make you think of?

-Come on, then, are you ready?