Odd Song

The constant drone of the mighty emerald box behind me was almost calming. Something mechanical, rhythmical...to this day I have no idea what that contraption actually did. Something with power maybe? The sawing of cricket legs was the only other sound heard when sitting by "the box" as I called it. An odd song, REEK REEK HUM HUM HUM REEK. Sometimes my mother would come out onto the porch and announce that lunch was ready, but all I could hear was the droning cry of "the box" and the cricket's response. Her mouth would move, but the voice muffled. She would say"H-y, y-o sh---d c-m- -n, lu--h is r-ad-." to which I answered with a blank stare. I was ensnared, mesmerized by the song, an odd song. A thousand crickets crying for company, and a mysterious box humming a one note song. REEK REEK HUM HUM HUM REEK.