“I came to that wooden marching band. I stopped and looked. There was a trumpet, trombone, clarinet, and drum. Birds don't live alone, I told myself. They live in flocks. Like people. People are always in a group. Like that little wooden band.” PeopleBandBirdsClarinetTromboneDrumTrumpetWhirligig Book:Whirligig Source: Whirligig
“The red-jacketed band stirred to life. The first musician raised his trumpet. The trombone dipped. The drumstick rose. Lea lowered her clarinet. It had been Brent's idea not to have their insturments rise and fall in unison. The staggered motion gave it a more exciting rhythm.” MusicBandRhythmMusiciansClarinetTromboneDrumsTrumpetWhirligig Book:Whirligig Source: Whirligig
