Once upon a time, our ansectors have created 6 strings. Each of them represents different types of music. Pop, funk, classical, techno, country, and rock. Then, one day, the pop trolls grabbed all of the strings, forcing every tribe to run away with their own strings. Many years later, the rock trolls made the same insane decision so that the only kind of music will be rock. Then, Queen Poppy went on a quest with her friends to unite them all to protect them. Then she made everyone realize that the music was inside their hearts all along and not within the strings.
"Which brings us to today, all tribes united and in harmony," Poppy closes her scrapbook.
" Woah!" All the troll children said.
"Queen Poppy?" One kid exclaims. " Do any of the tribes afraid of us pop trolls for being different?"
"Well, I don't think so," Poppy responds. " I mean just because we are all different, doesn't mean that we should be feared by anyone."
"But the rock trolls have really spikey hair," one child calls out.
" And the country trolls have extra limbs," another said.
"That is all just a part of being unique," Poppy said. " We can have different features that the others can find strange. But that is what makes us, as a society, beautiful."
Hug time braclets turn on
"Hug time everyone!" Poppy announces. " And that's our 2nd one so you are all free for today."
"Goodbye Queen Poppy," the children exclaimed. Poppy waves goodbye to them all as they exit her pod.
Poppy looks out her door and observes every troll. All of them in different shapes, sizes, colors, you name it. She believes that it is all beautiful. She just wishes that they all can see the world the same way she sees it. She steps back inside and lays in bed. She got her scrapbook and scissors to make the world that she imagined it to be.
All of the tribes bringing peace to all. No one will be afraid or be doubtful. Only harmony will exist.
Poppy looks at her creation and realizes that it was a dream that was to impossible to come to reality. Then she heard a knock outside her pod's door. She got up with a sigh to see who it was.
" Who is it?" She asked.
"Its Branchfur," Branch responder. "Hehe, remember that?"
Poppy opens the door and greets him with a smile and a kiss on the cheek.
"Hey Branch," Poppy said. " What brings you here?"
"Just wanted to see if you wanted to hang," Branch then glaces over at Poppy's scrapbook creation. " Uh, were you stress-booking again?"
"I mean, I wouldn't say that," Poppy responds nervously. " But I guess I was just letting something out."
" Do you want to talk about it?" Branch asked.
"...It's just that it seems like that the tribes are still having doubts about us," Poppy said. " I thought that bringing us as a united nation was a good step for our kind."
Branch frowns at her disappointed face. He went over to her scrapbook and picked it up. He saw how and knew the shame she felt.
"Hey," Branch puts his hand on her shoulder. " I think you did great. You just need to prove your good idea to the rest of them."
Poppy smiles at him. Branch smiles in return.
🎶Poppy: I love that your perfect, perfect for me...
Branch: And if I didn't know better, then I would believe...
Both: We were made for each other, and now it is true..
Branch: you were made for me
Poppy: 🎵Ohhhh🎵I was made for you
Both: I love how your perfect, your perfect for me.🎶
"Thank you Branch,"Poppy said
" My pleasure, my queen," Branch smiled.
Knock knock
"...Who could that be?" Poppy walks to the door to find Queen Barb.
"Poppy!" Barb falls on the floor. " You and your boyfriend are needed outside! The Reggaeton and K-Pop tribes are at again! They are in the cake store."