Bobby would sing sad songs. Today, Bobby didn’t seem to want to do that. He seemed rather happy. It was strange he said, not a single human was visible anywhere. Very few, if at all, moving here and there, afraid of even their own shadows. As if they were suddenly aware of their own whimpering worth in the bigger scheme of things. He was trying to sound objective but his voice gave away guilty pleasures of secret glee.
“Could you all hear the humming last night?” Bobby asked his friends. “When I am asleep on my branch at night, I can’t sleep for the sound is deafening”.
“Yes, Yes!” they replied.
“It sounds like lots of little voices…” added Sleuthy.
All were confused, all were curious, and all agreed to do something they had never done before…