This afternoon I slipped outside my window and scampered down the Chestnut Tree. It was late and I hid in the shadows. Finally, I arrived at the door of an old brewery. I knocked and when the door was opened, loud music assaulted me. I gave them the password and was in, in stamp-licking time.
The entire basement of the brewery had strange gel-like lights flowing and pulsating. The music was coming from a small stage at the back of the room. I scurried to the front and was dumbfounded to see a little blonde girl wearing a tiara and a blind and deaf girl playing a sitar.
The little blonde girl had a miniature guitar. But what surprised me the most, was their drummer was a Brown Goblin. And I have to say, it was probably the best drumming I’d ever heard.