Music to Who’s Ears?

The Owl swooped in from on high, perching just above the frog, who was resting in his pond at the base of the tree. Surprised at his sudden appearance, he asked him how successful the night’s hunt had been for him. Owl answered in an exhausted voice: “Horrible, the cacophony of cricket chirps had crowded my ears, and nearly cracked my head. Their never-ending nauseous noise was so vile, that I became dizzy as a result, and could not distinguish from it all the sound that I have come to love over the years…”

 “And that sound, that is music to your ears, was what Owl?”

“Why… the shy sliver of a snake through the tall grass that surround us… what else could it have possibly been?”

“There’s a snake nearby!? I don’t know Owl… because I’d rather not hear the hiss of a snake, I’d prefer to listen to the consistent chirp of those crickets, man.”

What threw Owl off had invigorated Frog, his stomach was chock-full, bursting at the seams with mushed up crickets that were unlucky enough to be captured by him that night.

The music you hate, is loved & sought by another.