An irregular tune
But what I had before me was nothing like that. It was ghastly, huge and beasty-like. And it was growling. With sputter dripping from its huge jaws and its pointy teeth ready to tear off anything that comes into contact with them.
I grabbed the wooden flute conveniently found in my pocket and started playing.
But why was I lullaby-ing a three-headed dog standing guard before the gates of…whatever that was?!