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The music is so nice here. So pretty and joyous, don’t you think? The little bees and cups and horses and airplanes going round and round, pursuing each other in an endless chase. They’ll never break free – never. Why would they want to, after all? Little bees and cups and horses and airplanes are meant to be bound, to be chained to that everlasting circle of music. And, now I think about it – do they like the music? Why would a bee enjoy the same type of music a cup or a horse or a airplane does? That’s incoherent, illogic – someone should warn the merry-go-round owners about it. They need different musics to suit each area of their attraction. Yet, different musics might collide with each other and wreak havoc. We don’t want that, do we now, dear? No, though he’s a nice kid. Always smiling. So polite.
So maybe the little puppets should wear headphones. Blindfold them, too. That way, the little bees and cups and horses and airplanes listen only to their own song and the cruel world doesn’t touch them. Doesn’t bother them. Simple and effective, sweetie.
What kind of music does a cup listen to, do you know?
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