Not my Music
There lived a flamboyant and feathery fowl named Danny. Danny was no ordinary fowl; he was a rooster with a penchant for blaring loud music at all hours. His favorite pastime? Cranking up the volume and strutting around like a rockstar, completely oblivious to the uproar he was causing in the community.
Every morning, as the sun peeked over the horizon, Danny would blast his favorite tunes, much to the dismay of the sleepyheads trying to catch a few extra winks. Even during the quiet of the night, the neighborhood would resonate with Danny's greatest hits as startled residents mulled over the mystery of how a rooster managed to jam out so loud.
"Hey, Danny, you're waking up the whole neighborhood with that racket!" complained one of his neighbors.
But Danny was unperturbed. He strutted with even more gusto and ratched the volume up a notch higher, much like a rooster reveling in his own morning crowing.
His friend Lizard, who lived in the same neighborhood, attempted to reason with Danny. "Hey, Danny, why not turn down the music a bit? It's making everyone twitchy!"
But Danny, full of himself and thinking he was the king of the coop, retorted, "I'm just setting the mood for the morning! No one appreciates a good beat like I do."
Even his close friend, Rat, warned him, "Danny, you're turning the entire place into a wild concert. It's not good, buddy!"
Yet Danny danced to his own melody. "Don't be such a downer, Rat. If you've got it, flaunt it – that's what I always say!"
So, Danny merrily continued his daily routine, bobbing his head to the music while the disgruntled neighbors tossed and turned, their ears ringing with every decibel.
One fateful night, as Danny snoozed soundly amidst his pulsating playlist, a wily burglar, craving a bit of midnight mischief, found his way into Danny's humble abode. Slipping through an open window, the thief rifled through Danny's possessions with the agility of a ninja, leaving no nook or cranny unturned.
As the morning sun began to rise, Danny finally roused from his peaceful slumber, basking in the echo of his own music. That's when he realized something was terribly amiss – his snazzy furniture was nowhere to be found, not even a single feather pillow! The walls were barren, the cabinets stripped bare, and all that echoed through the empty shell of a house was the persistent beat of his music player.
In a frenzy, Danny flapped his wings and let out a squawk that could be heard across the whole neighborhood. "Where's my stuff?! What happened to my prized possessions?!"
To his utter astonishment, the only thing left in his possession was his beloved music player.
Every morning, as the sun peeked over the horizon, Danny would blast his favorite tunes, much to the dismay of the sleepyheads trying to catch a few extra winks. Even during the quiet of the night, the neighborhood would resonate with Danny's greatest hits as startled residents mulled over the mystery of how a rooster managed to jam out so loud.
"Hey, Danny, you're waking up the whole neighborhood with that racket!" complained one of his neighbors.
But Danny was unperturbed. He strutted with even more gusto and ratched the volume up a notch higher, much like a rooster reveling in his own morning crowing.
His friend Lizard, who lived in the same neighborhood, attempted to reason with Danny. "Hey, Danny, why not turn down the music a bit? It's making everyone twitchy!"
But Danny, full of himself and thinking he was the king of the coop, retorted, "I'm just setting the mood for the morning! No one appreciates a good beat like I do."
Even his close friend, Rat, warned him, "Danny, you're turning the entire place into a wild concert. It's not good, buddy!"
Yet Danny danced to his own melody. "Don't be such a downer, Rat. If you've got it, flaunt it – that's what I always say!"
So, Danny merrily continued his daily routine, bobbing his head to the music while the disgruntled neighbors tossed and turned, their ears ringing with every decibel.
One fateful night, as Danny snoozed soundly amidst his pulsating playlist, a wily burglar, craving a bit of midnight mischief, found his way into Danny's humble abode. Slipping through an open window, the thief rifled through Danny's possessions with the agility of a ninja, leaving no nook or cranny unturned.
As the morning sun began to rise, Danny finally roused from his peaceful slumber, basking in the echo of his own music. That's when he realized something was terribly amiss – his snazzy furniture was nowhere to be found, not even a single feather pillow! The walls were barren, the cabinets stripped bare, and all that echoed through the empty shell of a house was the persistent beat of his music player.
In a frenzy, Danny flapped his wings and let out a squawk that could be heard across the whole neighborhood. "Where's my stuff?! What happened to my prized possessions?!"
To his utter astonishment, the only thing left in his possession was his beloved music player.