Posted Wednesday June 15
‘It has to be there somewhere’ said Percy. Percy was a pianist of note, and he was performing at the Pig in the Pulpit Piano Bar when things went wonbly-woo. ‘Come out come out wherever you are’ he yelled as he searched through the piano strings. He had been playing The Flight of the Bumble Bee when B flat went missing. Plinkity-plonk-plinkity-plonk-plinkity... nothing... plonkity-plink-plonkity... nothing!
C hadn’t seen it; neither had A. F told him that it had, erm, gone off!
In fact, halfway through the piece B flat realised that being a bumble bee would be far more fun so off he buzzed off to make honey.
Friday Fictioneers. Thanks to Rochelle for hosting and John Nixon for the mad photo prompt!