The Music Box Town Needs a New Song
Lila opened her old music box and, as usual, a tune began to play. But this time she leaned closer and noticed something new. Inside, below the little dancer, stood a town no bigger than a thumbnail. Tiny people were pointing and frowning.
A person the size of a grain of rice waved up at her. "Please help," she called in a voice like a pin dropping. "We have lived with the same song for a hundred years. Everyone is tired of it, and the hens will not lay eggs."
Lila thought about it. She did not know how to change a music box. But she did know how to hum. She held the lid open and hummed a brand new tune, slow at first and then bouncier.
The people below swayed. The hens began to cluck in time. One tiny hen laid an egg the size of a sesame seed.
From then on, Lila hummed to the town every Sunday. The old song still played too, because the town decided it liked having two.