Walt snaps the trumpet together. At the canyon awful notes get blasted to his ability's top.
Walt's giggle is raucous. It works for him.
One note to float away to; yet, a distant coyote returns his howl. He drops his instrument in shock. A mind-blowing response, yet now the trumpet and the canyon have eloped.
Walt returns to his raucous giggling, now laced with absurd despair. Tripping, he runs down the canyon trail. Where are you, trumpet?
Early morning light taps the window. Walt's Jetta allows him a fetal position, snuggling with something resembling a trumpet -- no, it's a clipped shrub.
Walt's giggle is raucous. It works for him.
One note to float away to; yet, a distant coyote returns his howl. He drops his instrument in shock. A mind-blowing response, yet now the trumpet and the canyon have eloped.
Walt returns to his raucous giggling, now laced with absurd despair. Tripping, he runs down the canyon trail. Where are you, trumpet?
Early morning light taps the window. Walt's Jetta allows him a fetal position, snuggling with something resembling a trumpet -- no, it's a clipped shrub.
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