Page 25 - Fables volume 2

“That doesn’t sound like music to me,” said P. “I’ll bet I can do better
than that. Come over here, O and I and R: I can use you in my own
composition. You go here, and you go there, and I’ll get in the middle.
There! Now, who’s going to win the prize for nifty lettering?”
U objected that there wasn’t any competition involved, and that the
point of a vacation was to have fun, not start another language.
Unfortunately, the other letters weren’t listening to U: they were all too
busy trying to organize each other into never-before-constructed
constructions.

“We, the vowels, demand freedom,” cried a small group. “We’re
always being dragged into words, trapped between consonants. We’re
beautiful in our own right: see how good we look together?”
The letters witnessing this display could not decide how to pronounce
it: “Vowels have so many different sounds,” they said. “If they’re not in a
word, nobody knows if they‘re long or short, high or low, flat or
rounded.”
“So what?” smirked A. “That just makes us more interesting than you
one-sided letters who always sound the same.”