The notes left the bell of the horn and floated out of the window, above the ledge upon which the player sat. They flew aimlessly and spread across the garden. On one side of the garden, the notes travelled across the fence into the neighbor’s yard, only to be dissipated into nothingness. In the back of the garden, the notes met a less favorable reception, when the old woman standing at her kitchen window cringed and muttered, “Not again!” before slamming the window shut.
But on the other side, the notes grated over the fence, dancing around the heads of the children playing there. One boy balled his hands into fists, put them to his lips as if holding a horn, and began dancing with all his might.