Dibs beat the drum, slowly and deliberately. “Sleep. Sleep. Sleep,” he said. “Sleep. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep. S L E E P S L E E P S L E E P S L E E P S L E E P S L E E P S L E E P!” As he called out each letter, he gradually increased the tempo. He ended with a flourish of beats on the drum. Dibs sat there, with bent head. The drum was silent. Then he arose and quietly placed the drum in the puppet theater and closed the door.
Hmmm 🤔
