One Hundred Word Story: Barrister Trubabble, Of The Third District Branch of The Lullaby Guild
This is why you should all be following Clay.
“You’ve been warned, Barrister Trubabble, the Lullaby Guild does not engage in this sort of vile chicanery!”
“Sirs, you must listen, our power is fading! We must engage, adapt, modernize! Gone are the days of composers experimenting with the berceuse! When last did you hear the soothing power behind Brahms’s Lullaby? The lolling comfort of Chopin’s Opus 57? I submit that we must—”
“Trubabble, the High Conclave has spoken. Away!”
Trubabble stalked the halls of the Lullaby Guild. He could persuade the Mobile Trust. The Cradle Brigade was with him. He would make the guild listen to him. Oh yes.
