Finding Peace with Mr. Fowler.

I am trying to hide in the toilet with the iPad in my quest for peace.
The kids have found the tin whistles and are blowing up at racket.
The dog is singing too, howling in a voice that sounds a lot like pain.

Oh no. They have found me and are now playing in here with me, even the dog.
The sound is reverberating in the small room against the tiles and shower.
Maybe if I ignore them long enough they will go away.

My plan seems to be working, they have all gone.
Unfortunately, so too has my sanity.