Four Truffula Trees

[whichwayyoulean]

[The screaming of babies over the journals is a well known sound by now, and the screaming coming from this one is no different. Except that halfway through a particularly loud scream, someone has decided to start strumming a guitar. Which is soon joined by what might be called a lullaby, if the singer had no idea how to make babies go to sleep. Which is pretty much the case here]

♫ Hush little baby
Sleep time is now
Your diaper is empty
And you’ve drunk half a cow

It really would be lovely
If you’d rest your head
Or daddy's sleep deprivation
Will make him drop dead

You’ve been rocked, you’ve been cooed at
For five whole nights through
But your demanding cries keep coming
What more can we do?

So sleep, little baby
Just close your eyes
Whoever said this was easy
Was just telling lies ♪

[The crying stops...for about ten seconds, before it continues]

Okay wow, seriously. Where is your off switch?

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[heal_theworld]

[Martel leaves for ten minutes and comes back to this. She just standing there staring at him for a few seconds, and then sighs, picking Dalia up and rocking her gently. The cries start to slow down.] Hush now, little one.

[whichwayyoulean]

[He tried, okay. But she outguns him. By a lot. He blinks at Martel in amazement. She made the noise quieten down]

...You're magic.

[heal_theworld]

Only a bit. [She's now humming gently, rocking Dalia to sleep.]

[whichwayyoulean]

Okay, that she'll go to sleep to. I make her an actual song and it does nothing. [Dryly] The sting of favouritism sure is sharp.

[heal_theworld]

Well, children like soft music. Not guitars. Sorry, Once-Ler.

[whichwayyoulean]

[He looks sadly at his guitar]

But it's not even my twin-neck.

[heal_theworld]

...You have a twin neck guitar?

[whichwayyoulean]

I did, anyway, back home. It was pretty cool.

[heal_theworld]

It sounds it. How do you even play a twin neck guitar?

[whichwayyoulean]

You have a little switch to move between the necks, so you can jump between which string instrument you want.

[heal_theworld]

That's amazing, that you can play such an instrument. Only...I don't think guitars work on babies. [She sets Dalia back in her crib.]

[whichwayyoulean]

Thanks, it's a skill I worked really hard at.

...Well, that's kind of a let down.

[heal_theworld]

Don't worry too much about it. I'll listen to you play guitar anytime.

[whichwayyoulean]

I really hope that's not a pity listen.

[heal_theworld]

Of course it's not! I really do like it when you play the guitar and make up those silly songs of yours.

[whichwayyoulean]

[And that's all it takes to convince him, so desperate is he for love and acceptance, yup]

Well, thanks. I'll bear that in mind next time I decide to write one.

[heal_theworld]

You're welcome.