Huh? Where does she know this song from? Then he saw the music box and understood. "No, I don't know this song."
"Do you want me to teach you, Father?"
"Yes!"
"Twinkle, twinkle, little star, how I wonder what you are."
Mag smiled. "You're out of tune."
Amy sat up, confused. "But Father, you just said you don't know this song."
"Uh, I know a little about this song, I guess."
Amy grinned. "Then let's sing together," she said. "Twinkle, twinkle, little star, how I wonder what you are…" she sang, clapping her hands.
She was all smiles, her two pigtails dancing, and her pointy ears looking almost transparent in the starlight. Mag sang softly, smiling all the while. Their song floated up into the quiet night.
Ugly Duckling couldn't climb into the chair. It was running around them anxiously, meowing to try to get their attention.
