Mulan is this year's End of Year Show. A young Chinese girl disguises herself as a boy and goes to war in order to protect her father. She has many adventures along the way and helps to save China.
Here's the story written in a poem (or rap?)
Click, click and click, click, click
By the doorway Mulan weaves.
When all at once the shuttles cease,
A sigh is heard of solemn grief.
'O my daughter who is on your mind?
O my daughter who is in your heart?'
'I have no one on my mind,
I have no one in my heart.
But last night I read the battle roll
A roll consisting of twelve scrolls.
The Khan is drafting an army of awe,
My father's name on each beadroll.
Alas Father has no grown son,
Alas Mulan has no elder brother.
But I will buy a saddle and a horse,
And join the army in place of Father.'
In the East Market she buys a steed,
From the West Market she buys a saddle,
From the South Market she buys a bridle,
In the North Market she buys a long whip.
At dawn she bids her family farewell,
At dusk she camps by the Yellow River.
She no longer hears her parents calling.
Upon her pillow the waters whisper.
At dawn she departs the Yellow River,
At dusk she arrives at Black Mountain.
She no longer hears her parents calling,
But Tartar horses wailing from Yen Mountain.
She gallops ten thousand miles,
For the war she has to honour.
She crosses lofty hills,
Like an eagle soaring over.
From northern gusts, through biting chills,
Echoes the watchman's clapper.
With wintry glow, of icy hue,
Light glimmers on her armour.
Generals die in a hundred battles,
Our warrior's back, how ten years fly.
Upon her return she is summoned
to see the Emperor.
In the Hall of Light,
she receives the highest honour.
She is awarded a promotion to top rank.
The Emperor bestows hundreds of
thousands in prizes.
'Mulan has no use for a Minister's post,
Mulan has no other extravagant want
I wish to borrow a swift-footed mount
To take me back to my home.'
When Father and Mother hear she's coming,
They watch by the gate, bracing each other.
When Elder Sister hears she's coming,
She runs to her room and dabs on rouge powder.
When Little Brother hears she's coming,
He whets his knife, flashing like a light,
And prepares pig and sheep for dinner.
'O let me push open the door to East Chamber,
O let me sit on my bed in West Recess.
So swiftly comes off the warrior's vesture,
And silently I put on my old-time dress.
Beside the window I dress up my hair,
In front of the mirror, I rouge my face.
And when I walk out to meet my compeers,
They are perplexed and amazed.'
'For twelve years,
We fought as comrades-in-arms
The Mulan we knew was not a lady of charm!'
They say to choose a hare,
you pick them up by the ears,
There are telling signs to compare:
In air the male will kick and strike,
While females stare with bleary eyes.
But if both are set to the ground,
And left to bounce in a flee,
Who will be so wise as to observe,
That the hare is a he or a she?
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