Lullaby
The night was young, and falling asleep wasn't easy, no matter how many doelings he had counted. Why didn't his neighbour's kids not stop bleating? He could hear the twelve loud and clearly through the thin walls. How on earth was she able to sleep surrounded by the constant noise he wondered. Don't help them, was his first thought.
The cabbages he had left at her front door, to make sure her offspring would sleep without being hungry, were left behind untouched and started to rot.
He had kicked against her door several times but the goat lady had not bleated once or showed her face and why did the father not stick around for sure he hated the annoying noise of his offspring. Don't protect him, he thought.
Would a lullaby work?
Maybe not, but otherwise it might help him muffle the noise from next door.
He switched on the light as a song started humming in his head. The magical music note pen moved up and down enthusiastically.
Finished, he bleated with delight, come on, little kids, doelings sing!
The flying miniatures that decorated his room, hanging down from the ceiling, bleated in unison. True there wasn't much text nor melody to find in the sound they made but the bleating did ensure that the old goat relaxed and dozed off. There was no need to help them was his last thought.
When the wolf pounded on the door to find out if the old goat had overheard his food hunt, no one opened the door and not a single sound was heard. Satisfied with his success the wolf left. There was no one to give a hand.
