I'm starting to think of my fingers and my brain as Mice and Professor Yaffle. The mice are chaotic and make a lot of noise, but normally manage to get one over on the Professor, who thinks he's really very clever indeed.
Yesterday the Mice played a tune. Here's a tune! We will play it! The Professor took no notice. He has no use for mouse music and was thinking Important Thoughts about what to play next, or blogging, or recording. After a moment his thoughts were distracted by the Mice - silly mice - playing a fast tune on their own, without him. Ridiculous!
So he listened. It was a fast tune. A nice fast tune. How clever of the mice, playing a fast tune, all on their own. Of course, he said, that's The Athol Highlanders (because Mice are far too stupid to know for themselves what they are playing). Very nice, he says, now the B part, and he tells them how the B part goes, the B part of the Athol Highlanders.
The Mice are confused. It's a B part they wanted, certainly, but this B part resembles the A part not at all. This isn't what we were playing! This isn't the mouse tune!
Yes, yes, yes, says the Professor. You are playing the Athol Highlanders. This is the B part. Play the A part again and you'll see. So the Mice play their fast mouse tune again; and do you know what, it wasn't the Athol Highlanders at all, it was The Barren Rocks of Aden, which the Mice could play perfectly well, A and B part, when there was no idiotic woodpecker to confuse them.
Clever old Mice.
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