Quiet

I sit at on my computer, reading the daily news. The Muralist looks at some books, silently hunting for hidden mermaids and fairys. The Shrieker babbles softly to herself as she plays with some blocks.

From the back of the house a door slams open. *Thump, thump, thump* The Verbalist bursts into the living room.

"Why??!!" asks he in a deafening tone, "is it soooo quiet?"

"Maybe it is because not everyone likes to talk as much as you?" I mutter sotto voce. Louder I say, "Quiet is OK, sometimes preferable."

"No," continues the Vrebalist in that same loud tone. "We need noise. Lots of noise. Let's make some noise."