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Ringo Starr was relaxing in the lounge of the studio, chilling and waiting for the rest of the band to arrive. He sat comfortably on the couch, drinking his morning coffee, trying to figure out what he would be playing today. Nothing spectacular was happening, at least as far as the man could tell. However suddenly, out of no where, a small high pitched sound called out.
“Help!” said a crying noise, from across the room. “Help!” It repeated. Ringo stared in bewilderment, because there was clearly no one else in the room with the man, but the little wails for help, became even stronger as he walked towards them. Arising from his seat, Ringo could distinctly hear the little pleas were coming from a roll top desk he shared with the lads. Starr himself rarely made use of the furniture, but his bandmates often wrote lyrics there. Approaching the desk, the drummer of the Beatles looked under the wooden piece, to see if possibly a small child was there. Yet, there was nothing. “Help!” The voice continued.
Without much left to do Starr began opening draws. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, until he opened the last draw, where all logic had failed. A small white octopus popped it’s head out of the long middle compartment in the desk.
“Thank you.” A feminine voice came from the little sea creature.
“You’re welcome.” The drummer just replied, having difficulty believing his own eyes. “How did you get in there?” the human inquired, while indicating the draw.
“Oh that was my fault.” The little creature explained. “I climbed in there meself, but became trapped, when it was slammed closed!”
“Probably John.” The Beatle assumed. “but why were you inside the desk in the first place?”
“I was looking for flowers to plant in my garden.” The little creature explained, As it twirled revealing five tentacles she was using like legs.
“You’re an octopus?” Ringo inquired, confused.
“I am.” The octopus answered.
“Then how do you have only five tentacles?” he wanted to know.
“I really have eight.” She assured. “Look closer.” The octopus told the man, staring into his blue eyes, with the black dots she used to see with. Then suddenly, three more tentacles popped out of her side, revealing now eight wobbly leg like limbs, operating perfectly to keep the little sea beast standing up right, and to move around.
“There they are.” Starr announced, upon seeing the octopus whole.
“I told you.” The animal declared. “Now if you will excuse me, I still need to find flowers for me garden.” She said promptly.
“Well let me help you.” The drummer eagerly offered, causing his companion to smile.
“You are so thoughtful.” The white creature observed. “I really want my entrance to be covered with roses this year.”
“I think I know exactly what you’re talking about.” Ringo stated. Then he carried the octopus to the couch, where the magazine rack was placed. Sitting down, Starr pulled one of the soft books out of its container, and opened it to a page, with a decorative arch, covered in a vine of red roses.
“That’s exactly what I want!” the sea creature announced. “Please, may I have it?” she asked so kindly, Starr just nodded. Then to his surprise, the octopus reached one of her tentacles towards the page, in doing so, the picture became three dimensional, and magically fit in a small bag the creature pulled out from underneath her body. “What else do you have?” the octopus wanted to know.
“Well…” Ringo began, turning a few pages. “Do you like tulips?” he asked, in which the octopus shook it’s head.
“Everybody is doing tulips!” the octopus stated. “I want my garden to be special.”
“Ah I see.” The Beatles said, as he flipped a few more pages. “How about delphinium?” The human suggested.
“Oh I really like the blue ones!” the snow white being proclaimed, as it plucked real flowers from the page, and shoved them in her little magic bag.. “What else do you have?” the octopus further ask, but just as she spoke a large wind came up suddenly, and blew the magazine into the air, and out the window. The book flapped in the atmosphere, until it was no longer in sight.
Ringo stared out the window, disappointed to see it go. Then he looked down at the octopus, still in his hand. The little creature seemed down by the loss too.
“I’m sorry.” The blue eyes told the sea animal. However, the little octopus just smiled upon looking at his friend.
“It’s okay.” She told the man sweetly. “At least I have something to begin with.” Then the octopus climbed up Starr’s arm and perched on his shoulder. “You’re a good friend.” The sea creature told him. “Thank you.” The animal said, as she reached out one of her tentacles.
“You’re welcome.” Ringo replied, touching the little octopuses tentacle with his finger. Then the white animal placed another tentacle on top of Starr’s finger, so the human added another finger, and the octopus added another tentacle. The two laughed, as they layered one another with their appendages.
Meanwhile, Paul McCartney walked into the lounge of the studio, and met George Harrison in the door way. The two were studying Ringo, as he sat on the floor, playing with a white blown up latex glove. John Lennon had drawn a smiley face on the stretchy item, after it had been blown up like a balloon.
“He’s still tripping?” Paul asked George, who’s eyes never left the drummer and all his actions.
“Yeah.” Harrison replied. “I had to take the magazines away from him, he was ripping the pages out.” McCartney just shook his head.
“Are you going to stay with him?” The bassist inquired.
“Of course.” George assured. “Don’t worry about Rings. I’ll keep a watch on him, until he snaps out of it.” McCartney just gave George a smile and a pat in the back, as Ringo seemed to be playing with the fingers of the glove like it were a piano. The two caretakers just laughed, wondering if the drummer was creating a song in his own little world!