Lonely Day
Prelude
Darkness crept over Emperor Land. As the sun drifted lower and lower towards the horizon, a young, blue-eyed chick was getting ready to sleep. Before nightfall, his mother asked him about his day.
The young Mumble's face became sad and lonely, "Ms. Viola tried to get me involved in the class again and…you know…" He sighed sadly, "why do the other chicks hate me so much?"
His mother gave him a sympathetic look, "There, there, Mumble. They don't hate you. It just makes them a little uncomfortable when people act differently from them."
When he looked unconvinced, Norma Jean smiled and said: "Don't worry about it, baby. Now let mommy sing you to sleep."
Mumble smiled happily up at her. Her singing always did a good job of making him feel better. Norma Jean nuzzled her son before clearing her throat:
Good night, good night
Sweet baby
The world has more for you
Than it seems
Good night, good night
Let the moonlight
Take the lid
Off your dreams
