Clever Magpie 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

# Or quiet as a sigh

# As dainty as a dance step

# Or soaring high in the sky

# Melody, Melody

# The musical imaginings of Melody. #

Er, no peeking, Fudge.

'Mum has got a game for me to play -

'it's a treasure hunt.'

-Can I peep yet?

-No! Not yet.

'She asks me to look away

'so she can bury the treasure.'

No, it won't be a surprise. Back you go.

'I love treasure hunts.

'Mum buries the treasure deep in the sand.'

Oh, you're going to like this one.

This is a really beautiful, shiny cup... Ah!

No peeping. It's a shiny cup.

I think maybe a king or queen would drink from this.

OK, are you coming round?

Careful of the step. That's it...

'Finally, I'm going on my treasure hunt.'

So, are you ready for this treasure hunt?

Mum counts down -

one, two, three,

go!

Get digging.

Ooh, what have you got so far?

Oh, pop it in there,

let's give it a shake.

-Ooh, it's a glass.

-Ah.

-A glass.

-It's a silver cup.

Right, I'll pop that on your pile.

We'll make a treasure pile.

'Shimmy-shimmy-shake,

'we shake the sieve.'

Oh, what have we got?

Melody, what's in here?

'I find two coins.

'It's like pirate treasure. Arrr!'

Wow.

'Fudge giggles to himself.'

Ooh, dig down deep.

Oh, it's tough work.

-Oh.

-Oh.

-What did you find?

-A butterfly.

-Right, shall we give it a shake?

-Yes.

Let's shake it off.

Oh!

'We found lots of treasure.

'It sits on the sand, sparkling.'

Ooh, what is it?

'Then Mum sees something else.'

Melody, good treasure-hunting.

So, what treasure have you got?

We've got some coins, some jewels

-and my butterfly...

-Mmm.

..and a leaf.

Here you go, Mum, you can have the leaf.

Do you not like the leaf, Melody?

No, I only like shiny things.

Mummy, have you got any shiny music?

Shiny music?

Hmm, well, there is a piece

all about someone else who likes shiny things.

-Will that do?

-Yes, please.

This is called The Thieving Magpie, by Rossini.

DRUMROLL

Once, there was a peacock king.

MUSIC: The Thieving Magpie by Rossini

He loved to show off his feathers...

..so he told the Sun to shine only on him...

..but the Sun didn't listen to the peacock king.

The peacock king was cross.

He commanded the other birds to bring him the Sun.

DUCK QUACKS

METAL CLANGS

DUCK QUACKS

Nearby, a magpie had a really good idea.

METAL CLINKS

He had collected lots of shiny objects

and made them into one large, shiny disc.

IT CHIRPS

IT CHATTERS

The Sun came out

and bounced off the shiny disc

straight on to the peacock king.

His feathers shone like jewels.

THEY QUACK AND CHATTER

The peacock king gave the clever magpie a medal.

And he organised a ball in his honour.

HE SQUAWKS

That clever magpie was good at finding shiny things...

just like me.

MAGPIE SQUAWKS

MEDAL GLINTS

That music made me think of a proud peacock and a magpie.

What did it make you think of?