The Squirrel cont.

Her obediant section, of course, did. They played the G SO HIGH and SO LOUD. The section leader nearly burst into tears when they'd finished. "THAT was the most BEAUTIFUL you guys have ever played it!!" At that exact moment, an underclassmen looked up. Something was falling from the tree they were gathered below. Something fuzzy and mammalian. Something altogther too much resembling a dead squirrel. The squirrel was a sign from high above the heads of our predecessors. This tree would evermore be known as the clarinet tree.

The End.

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