CHAPTER 13
Tune Town Sings The Wanderers Onward
“Now how did this happen!” Sitting exactly where she had fallen, Scraps folded her arms dramatically.
“Opening chords!” boomed a deep voice, and out from a niche in the wall sprang a handsome person in a bandmaster’s uniform. “The gates of Tune Town are locked with piano keys,” he explained graciously, “so when you struck the opening chords, of course you fell in.”
“Very good,” murmured Ozwold. “But now that we are in, how do we get out?”
“Out of tune?” exclaimed the bandmaster in a shocked voice. “Don’t get out of tune, I beg of you, besides it’s against the law. May I call your attention to our principle laws here?”
Raising his baton he pointed to a large poster on the wall and much to his astonishment, Peter read:
“No talking allowed, sing!
No walking permitted, dance!”
“But you’re talking,” said Peter, shifting the oztrich egg from one knee to the other.