Red Fox slumps his shoulders and comes all the way out of his tree house. “Oh, very well. How can I steal someone’s joy? You can find your melody if you can solve this riddle.”

Apparently, foxes love riddles, so we gather round as he begins. “Silent and still, gazing upward all day, it’s a place where fish love to play. Frogs on lily pads asleep and awake. At night the moon reflects on the . . .”