If anyone wants to make this story into a comic book, I say: go for it!
In a vibrant, animated world filled with colorful characters, the story revolves around a quirky mockingbird who struggles with a unique challenge: despite its ability to mimic a variety of sounds, it simply can’t carry a tune. This cartoon character is playful and adventurous but often feels out of place among the other singing birds who can create beautiful melodies.
The mockingbird tries to join in their harmonious gatherings, attempting to fit in by mimicking the songs of its peers. However, each time it opens its beak, the result is a comical cacophony, leading to giggles and whispers among the other birds. Feeling discouraged, the mockingbird sets off on a journey, determined to find its own voice.
Along the way, the mockingbird encounters a band of coots and other birds that generally sing like shit. Some squawk off-key, while others produce sounds that veer far from traditional songs. The mockingbird discovers that it can mimic their sounds perfectly. This newfound friendship brings joy and acceptance, and soon, they decide to hold a concert to celebrate their individuality.
As the day of the concert arrives, the ensemble prepares to perform. Initially nervous about how their unconventional sounds will be received, they find reassurance in one another’s camaraderie. When it’s the mockingbird’s turn, it takes a deep breath and begins to sing its own unique tune—a blend of honks, peeps, and cheerful squawks.
To everyone’s surprise, the audience loves it! The birds discover that music isn’t solely about hitting the right notes but about passion and authenticity. The concert becomes a joyful celebration of individuality, showcasing that everyone has their own rhythm and style.
The moral of the story shines through: it’s essential to follow the beat of your own drum and embrace your uniqueness. In the end, the mockingbird and its friends learn that belonging isn’t about singing pretty tunes; it’s about being true to oneself and joyfully coming together in a symphony of individuality.
This heartwarming tale not only entertains but also inspires viewers to appreciate the beauty of diversity and the value of authentic expression, reminding us all that everyone has something valuable to contribute.
My books Memory Road Trip (e-book, paperback, audio) and Time Traveled (e-book, paperback, audio) are both available! You can also find them at most major international book sites.
Krista Marson 
I had (yet another) MRI the other day. The guy, in his late forties or early fifties, all alone, doing all the work (previously it took three women to handle me, usually) was really nice and chatty. When it was over, he was very apologetic about the absence of headphones providing the basic “Musak” of whatever they usually had on hand. Pandora or something. I told him, over the twenty-five years I’ve spent inside those machines, I’d gotten used to listening to the raw sound, and, indeed, rather liked it because, when I was a pre-teen, I’d had this unnatural predisposition towards Karlheinz Stockhausen and bought all the records (you know, vinyl) of his I could find in the used record stores along Broadway in NYC. Found most of them for about 10 cents apiece in fact and played them to death, driving my parents crazy. Stockhausen was the preeminent electronic musician. The guy, while I was getting back into my street clothes, Googled Stockhausen, came back into the room, and stared at me, smiling and nodding his head, saying, “Yeah, he had the passion, man.”
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And my mom thought Jimi Hendrix was bad when my brother played his music non-stop….
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