Two witches heard her screams. “Ouch!” said Prima. “Stop that noise.”
“Grandmother is stone deaf,” said Secunda. “Let’s teach her to be a lute string … to resonate joyfully when touched … to hum when doors are slammed.”
“Ah, but even lute strings snap!” Prima reminded.
Secunda sighed. “’True. Yet, lute strings break only when they cease being mindfully grateful for the brush of fingers.”
“Then let the mindfully grateful BE the music!” said Prima.
Thus it was.