Beryl was learnIng to read music. She'd got familiar with crotchets and quavers and was now learning what a minim was. To begin with her pet finch was all agitated with the discordant music, but before long the music was sounding ok and the bird was much happier, joining in with each performance. After a year, Beryl found playing by sight was a cinch. Soon after that she reckoned it was time to upgrade the tatty keyboard to a new piano. The layout of the house meant that the piano had to be lowered in through the window using a winch. After it had been moved into position, it was time for the piano tuner to set it up properly. Despite being a wingy, that didn't stop him from tuning the piano with his remaining hand by using his artificial one and his foot. Beryl was delighted when she could at last play her new piano. She placed the music for one of the Grieg poetic tone pictures on the piano stand. She'd just started playing when the weather changed outside. Unfortunately with the windows wide open the windy conditions resulted in the music blowing off the piano, spoiling her debut. After closing the windows, Beryl was able to play her piece, much to the delight of the movers and the tuner as they had their cups of tea and cake.
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