Jack was having a bad day. Running back and forth, side to side, and up and over. He desperately wanted friends who could play music. He did so much running that he started to sweat furiously, and the sweat drenched him in his own very special "Music" hormones. Quite suddenly a man with an enormous afro and two drum sticks began floating to him from over a red horizon, he said: My name is Maxwell, I like the way you smell and I will play my drums for you now. BANG THONK CRASH CHSSST BONG TONK…tink. Jack was pleased and applauded vigorously. So vigorously that he bega… read more
Jack was having a bad day. Running back and forth, side to side, and up and over. He desperately wanted friends who could play music. He did so much running that he started to sweat furiously, and the sweat drenched him in his own very special "Music" hormones. Quite suddenly a man … read more
Jack was having a bad day. Running back and forth, side to side, and up and over. He desperately wanted friends who could play music. He did so much running that he started to sweat furiously, and the sweat drenched him in his own very special "Music" hormones. Quite suddenly a man with an enormous afro and two drum sticks began floating to him from ove… read more
