Thor, Dear, Just Answer the Phone

"TWINKLE TWINKLE LITTLE STAR! HOW I WONDER WHAT YOU ARE..."

Thor forced his index fingers deeper into his ears and shouted his favorite song at the top of his lungs, but it did little to drown out the malicious ringing of the cordless phone an inch from his face. Thor dared not move, even to chuck the offending article across the room, for fear of hitting the talk button. For nearly two minutes, Thor and the telephone had been sequestered under Thor's bed--hiding from Thor's mother on the other end of the ringing.

Just when Thor was about to expire from overexertion, the phone fell silent suddenly. Thor breathed a sigh of relief, withdrew his throbbing fingers from his ears, and picked up the phone at last. Just then there was a knock at the door. Thor started to cry.