Suzy looked at me fretfully. “We must do something!” she exclaimed.

     “Why?” I asked.

     “Because!” she said. “It’s required.”

     “Required by who?” I asked.

     “Required by them,” she said, pointing away towards the distance.

     “Who are they?” I asked.

     “They are the local musician union,” she said.

     “What are musicians?” I asked.

     “Musicians are people who play musical instruments,” she said.

     “What are musical instruments?” I asked.

     “Musical instruments are objects that are manipulated by people to produce harmonious noises to create songs,” she said.

     “What is a harmonious noise?” I asked.

     “It is a sound that is pleasing to the ear, and when combined with other harmonious noises, one can make a song,” she said.

     “Why is it pleasing to the ear?” I asked.

     “I don’t know,” she said. “It just is.”

     “So why must we do something again?” I asked.

     “There is no reason,” she admitted.