The headphones had come out a few minutes ago, Billy deciding that Scott of Teddy would be coming back and he didn't need either one of them hearing showtunes blaring from the buds in his ears. It was Avenue Q, but he still knew Teddy would rib him for it. He had been flipping through an old Cracked magazine he'd found in the library's toss bin - wondering to himself how such a silly, topical magazine could survive for so long.
The knocking was ignored - not out of any meanness, but it was so low on the door, Billy just figured it was a kid tossing a ball and catching it. Then came the whining. It'd been a long time since Billy had ever heard a wolf whine. It had only happened once, during a rather intense training session and he'd been just a bit short of blocking a beanbag. He bolted from his bed and went to the door, opening it but knowing to look down.
Lightly he began to speak-sing: "How much is that doggy in the window? I sure hope that doggy's for sale."