Monday, 24 August 2020
Musicians
Little musicians gathered around the fern for the regular practice. Usually they were ready to start just on time but today was different. Adam, the little drummer, was missing. Everyone was so confused as nothing a like that had ever happened before. The cellist suggested to search for him but others passionatelly objected. They argued for some half an hour but could not agree what to do. Meanwhile, the evening was stretching into dusk and the time they could devote for practice was quickly running out. They argued some more and then parted without clear plan of action only to meet the next evening and missing drummer again.
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