When a baby's toy emits a series of beeps and boops in the form a children's song it can give you a sense of hope and joy to hear about the whiteness of a certain lamb's fleece, the colour compaired to snow. And upon hearing that two young boys share the same first, last, and two middle names you can't help but smile.

But there's something about the drawn out, off key notes that are produced when the toy battery dies, transforming the tune from uplifting and joyful to dark, morbid and a bit depressing, tempting you to stick something rusty and sharp in your eye or jump from a high ledge. On the way home from school Mary's lamb is jacked at gun point and sold for kebab meat by the little boy who lives down the lane, ring leader of the local black market wool trade. And upon hearing the ridiculously long name "John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt" both Johns are teased and ridiculed by their peers in the school yard till they run home crying like little girls with skinned knees.

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