Yay, it's story time!

Time for another story from the Mang-Wooley Continuous-Writing Anthology! This one comes from our first round, where we each had one minute, were able to see the last person's portion and it went around 1 and a half times (the last person was given 3 minutes to finish the story). This time I shall indicate the changes in authorship with a "/", 'cause I think knowing the transitions makes it better:

There was once a lovely curvaceous bass guitar named Ruby. Ruby had a wonderful personality and her voice / rang out with the song of a thousand sparrows. Everyone in the land gathered from far and wide to hear Ruby sing. Even the King, who never cried/ came along. And hearing the beautiful meoldy for the first time, a single tear formed at the corner of his eye./ The bear was beautiful, elegant, and everything else good imaginable. His life had just got better, even better than the day he got married to Suzan. / Mind you, the day he married Susan was hardly what you'd call "elegant", standing in hip-waders in the middle of their favourite fly-fishing stream./ The church choir, made of the elderly Bennet sister, 2 sets of Everly twins and one of the Smiths from Buck street- stood on the shores of the stream, shivering and belting out "O Precious Love". / The audience didn't know how to react- they had never expereinced anything like this before. Finally, after what seemed like hours, a small boy joined in the song. Everyone else reacted immediately, as if they were jolted awake from a deep sleep. Everyone for miles around could hear the joyful hymn.

And since these ones are shorter, I shall grace you with another one from the first round:

Once upon a time there was a confused cat named Smee. Smee had very little idea what was going on most of the time./ In fact, most of the time good things were happening to Smee, but Smee didn't realise it. In fact, if Smee knew what was happening/, she would be so overjoyed that she would likely pop that nasty aneurysm that had been growing in her foot since the day she won the field-goal kicking contest. / She thought that if she could get rid of the annoyance she could focus on perfecting her dribbling technique. Her coach had been bugging her/ about his personal problems- how he was gaining weight despite running around all day, how he blacked out for hours at a time, waking up in a new place every morning/, and his horrible foot fungus. She could barely stand it.
"Well, that's awful, Sir, but I really must get on the train now"/
After that encounter, Suzan enjoyed the train ride home. She ate over a pound of biscuits and a gallon of tea while enjoying the scenery of the rolling hills of Scotland. It had been quite the day.

Hooray *clap, clap, clap*. Now off to see if I have a ride to this evening's 'function'. See y'alls later today :)