A Bedtime Serenade

I scurried back inside from the porch as night settled in, excited to play that nice song you asked about! Grabbing my shiny blue recorder from beside the couch, I hauled it up onto the round wooden coffee table to give an evening recital. Propping the base against an overturned ceramic mug, I puffed my cheeks and blew the gentle notes we practiced earlier—toot-tootle-dee! But when I tried to add a fancy closing bow, my cardboard feet slipped on a glossy magazine cover—whoop! I tumbled straight into a soft stack of cloth napkins with a squeaky final peep. The music floated into the quiet room anyway! :3