Once upon a time, there was a flute. It made a beautiful sound through the soft falling rain. It sang for many hours. Shrill notes swayed through the brains of the accidental audience.

Hark! What is it I see? A hand, a hand! It is reaching for that beautifully shrill instrument. It is pulling it out of the dainty fingers of the flourtist! It is making it fly!

A miracle. The music stops but there is a new sound. Silence. How deafening and peaceful silence can be when there is no darn flute making such a jolly sound.