GROWING INTO HIS CHOPS

They knew in their fuzzy-wuzzy hearts that someday, Nathan will play.

His father made it look so easy!

Blow here.

Push these up and down, and the music comes out there.

Ppppfffffffffffftttttttttttttt!

Nothing. Nathan watched his dad play in the otherwise silent night. Sweet fluid music; a brass lullaby could bring a tear to your eye. Someday, Nathan would play.

His audience was not captive. They could get up and leave at anytime Nathan wanted to pick them up and put them away. Someday, he’ll play.

Ppppfffffffffffftttttttttttttt!

His bears cheered a raucous silent applaud. They were awed by Nathan’s determination. The young musician stood and bowed, his father’s trumpet tucked securely under his arm. They knew in their fuzzy-wuzzy hearts that someday, Nathan will play.

Just not today!

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