Quork Family Tenors

The Quork Family returned this morning, but something seemed wrong. They lingered about the peer like pallbearer's at a funeral where the body had been cremated. One of the Quork's stood on a piling and peered into the water.

He quarked.

Nothing. The others shifted from one foot to the next, mute.

He quarked and quarked and quarked, but to no avail.

Finally the choir director showed up.

'Quark, Quark,' he sang and the whole chorus erupted in song. Each note stumbling over the next, no one taking turns. Were they just tuning up?

Something still did not seem right.

One of the birds flew off and soon returned with Whee. Then the practice began in earnest. Quark, quark, whee. When the choir director was satisfied with the results they all flew off to find the Quork section.

Across the water I can hear them singing.

Quork, quark, quark, whee

= )

J.