THE BOSSY BASSOON
When the orchestra of the town of Harmony lost its first bassoon, he was replaced by a bossy bassoon. A very bossy one. On his first day, he began calling attention to himself in the loudest, boldest, bossiest manner. After all, he knew nothing compared to the dark, reedy tone of his beautiful bass voice.
He overpowered the violins with his middle notes and the saxophones with his low notes. He even overpowered the piano by blowing his double reed double hard.
“Bassoon! Why must you be so bossy?” asked the conductor. “The other instruments are grumbling that you’re overpowering them and spoiling the orchestra.”
“Nonsense!” said the bassoon. “I play best when I’m happy. And the bossier I am, the happier I feel, and the better I play.”
“One day you’ll be sorry and you’ll change your tune,” predicted the conductor, and she walked away, shaking her head.
One day became THE day when half the city of Harmony came out to see a concert of a great symphony. But the bossy bassoon played so loudly, he overpowered all the other woodwinds, as well as the brass and the strings. Even the percussion instruments felt like drumming the bassoon out of the band.
The people of Bridgefield grumbled that this was the worst concert they had ever attended and many demanded their money back.
“How do you feel now, Bassoon?” asked the conductor.
Find out in The Bossy Bassoon.
When the orchestra of the town of Harmony lost its first bassoon, he was replaced by a bossy bassoon. A very bossy one. On his first day, he began calling attention to himself in the loudest, boldest, bossiest manner. After all, he knew nothing compared to the dark, reedy tone of his beautiful bass voice.
He overpowered the violins with his middle notes and the saxophones with his low notes. He even overpowered the piano by blowing his double reed double hard.
“Bassoon! Why must you be so bossy?” asked the conductor. “The other instruments are grumbling that you’re overpowering them and spoiling the orchestra.”
“Nonsense!” said the bassoon. “I play best when I’m happy. And the bossier I am, the happier I feel, and the better I play.”
“One day you’ll be sorry and you’ll change your tune,” predicted the conductor, and she walked away, shaking her head.
One day became THE day when half the city of Harmony came out to see a concert of a great symphony. But the bossy bassoon played so loudly, he overpowered all the other woodwinds, as well as the brass and the strings. Even the percussion instruments felt like drumming the bassoon out of the band.
The people of Bridgefield grumbled that this was the worst concert they had ever attended and many demanded their money back.
“How do you feel now, Bassoon?” asked the conductor.
Find out in The Bossy Bassoon.