One of the coolest things about Monday was watching "A Snoodle's tale" in the morning. The volleyball was great fun too, but this is what i remembered most of all. Here is an expert of it. (I've typed the whole thing if you are interested ;) )

He thought of the Snoodles, he thought of the tower,
He thought of the bell that would chime on the hour.
He thought of his pack, and his very long walk,
He thought it so loudly, he heard his thoughts talk.

“Hello!” said his thoughts, “You’ve made quite a climb,”
“That voice,” he remarked, “doesn't sound much like mine.”
Then he turned and he noticed that he wasn't alone,
For a man stood behind, near a cave in the stone.

He looked like a Snoodle, though quite a bit bigger,
“Maybe a giant,” the small Snoodle figured.
“I’m going!” the Snoodle boy said with a huff,
“And don’t paint a picture, I’ve got quite enough!”

“But first, come inside,” the man said, “Have some tea,”
“I’m so very pleased that you’re visiting me.”
The Snoodle boy stopped, though he’d only gone inches,
And stared at the stranger he’d found on Mt Ginches.

He didn’t seem angry, in fact, he looked kind.
The poor little boy was confused, “Are you blind?”
“I’m puny, I’m silly, I’m not all that smart,
I can’t use my wings and I’m no good at art.”
The stranger leaned down, with a pain in his heart

“Who told you these things?” he asked, “How do you know?”
“These pictures I have in my pack tell me so.”
The small Snoodle sniffled, and started to go,

“First, if you please, let me look at this art,
That makes your pack heavy, and weighs down your heart.”
Then picture by picture, he unpacked the bag,
That weighed down the Snoodle and made his wings sag.

“Dear boy,” said the man, “These look nothing like you,”
Then into the fire, the pictures he threw!
He rose from his chair saying: “Wait there, you’ll see,
That what you need most, is a picture from me!”
The Snoodle sat patiently, sipping his tea,

Then from a room in the back he returned
And said, “Dear little Snoodle, it’s time that you learned,
What you really look like,”

And he took off the sheet, and what the boy saw,
Warmed him right to his feet.

The boy in the portrait looked older and strong,
With wings on his back, that were sturdy and long,
And a look in his eye, both courageous and free;
“Sir,” asked the boy, “Are you saying, that's me?”

“I’d like to believe it, but sir, I’m afraid to,”
“But I know who you are,” the man said, “for I made you.”

“I built the tower, set it in motion,
I planted the meadow, put fish in the ocean.
And I feed the finches, though most Snoodles doubt it,
Not one of them falls that I don't know about it.”

“I’ve seen you fall down in the mud and the goo,
I’ve seen all you have done, and all you will do!
I gave you your pack, and your paints and your wings,
I choose them for you, they’re your special things.”

“The Snoodle kazoo is so you can sing,
About colours in autumn, or flowers in spring.
I gave you your brushes, in hopes that you’d see,
How using them, you could make pictures, for me.”

“Most of the Snoodle’s,” the old one said sadly,
“Just use their paints, to make others feel badly.”
The young Snoodle pondered the things he’d be told,
The wondering something, grew suddenly bold.

“But sir, if you made this incredible land,
Can’t you make Snoodle’s obey your command?”
The big one smiled warmly and said to the small,
“A gift that's demanded, is no give at all.”

With that the small Snoodle reached into his pack,
And pulled out the picture he’d made ten miles back.
“They’re far lilies sir, from over the bridge.”
The old one beamed bright and said: “That’s for my fridge!”

After the small Snoodle’s picture was hung,
The old one bent down to the face of the young.
He said: “Here’s what you look like, here’s how I see you.
Keep this in your pack, and you’ll find it will free you,

“From all of the pictures, and all of the lies,
That others made up, just to cut down your size.
And lastly, your wings, you know what they’re for,
But not just to fly son, I want you to soar!”

“But sir,” said the Snoodle, “how can I fly?
This picture’s so big, I won't get very high.”
“But this picture is special, its bigger, its brighter,
Carry it close and I think you’ll feel lighter.”