A Tired Mumrik’s Lullaby
The Joxter was so very tired.
His son, oh how he loved him, had refused to fall asleep all night, instead wanting to catch crickets and fireflies as they passed by their tent.
“Please, kit,” he groaned as Snufkin yet again got up to walk to the entrance of the tent. Normally, he’d let him go. His free nature let his son do much of what he pleased, but tonight was cold and the Snufkin was oh so small and defenseless against the dangers of the night, and the Joxter’s new parental instinct overrode his free spirit. “It’s dangerous to go out now.”
He picked the Snufkin up by his scruff and deposited him back next to him, curling around the little mumrik to keep him secure.
“But Pappa!” he squirmed, and the Joxter ears twitched with the noise before a lovely idea came to his exhausted mind.
“Shush now,” and with a flourish he encased Snufkin with his large, red hat.
The Snufkin immediately quieted, his attention now on his own, personal tent. He giggled, and the Joxter grinned at the sound.
“Now how about a lullaby, little one?” he asked with a smile.
A delighted laugh came from the hat along with a “Oh, please do!” and the Joxter began a hushed song of toos and ras and las to create his own lullaby for the little Snufkin.
Then once his hat began softly snoring, the Joxter joined it with his own.