Rex went back inside, wanting to be by himself. He eventually went into the library, the one place he enjoyed most. True, most libraries were quiet, but he enjoyed listening to music. Rex turned on the phonograph. The Voice snickered.

[I]As much as you love music, you can't play a single instrument[/I], it said in an amused tone. [I]Oh, the irony![/I]

"Can it," Rex growled, opening a book. "I'm a damn good singer, and you know it."

[I]I think you sound like a walrus being strangled.[/I]

"And yet, when I snuck out to the town last month, the people loved me before they found out who I was."