What the hell was it with these horns? Cloud couldn't seem to go anywhere without them kicking in and every now and then he thought he heard an... oboe? What the hell was an oboe and why would he know what it sounded like?

He was pretty sure he could blame this all on that stupid duck. He wasn't sure how but he was pretty sure that was the point.

Damn Stories.

Not to mention that cheerful godawful racket kept getting deeper into his woods. At first he hadn't actually minded the tune, finding it a little cheerful but now it was just stuck in his head and it seemed to be the same ten notes or so repeating themselves over and over again inside his head.

It was enough to drive a Big Bad Wolf mad.

Which was why Cloud was stalking off through the trees to find the source of the noise and eat it.