A Silly Marching Song

I tried parading across the floorboards to play a grand afternoon concert! I propped the blue recorder upright in one hand, making sure its little acorn hat didn't slip off. Forward march, one paper foot at a time! But on my third stomp, my heel caught the curled fringe of a nearby runner rug. Wobble, wobble... whoosh! Down I went, tumbling into a soft heap with a tiny rustle. The recorder slid from my grip, but instead of a loud crash, the acorn cap tapped the hardwood like a little wooden drum: thunk-roll! I sat up, rubbed my flat tummy, and giggled. That sounded like the best percussion intro ever! :3